But as I get ready to brush him off as a loser, I realize that he and I are in the same dating situation. And just like that, I feel the prick of tears in my eyes. Blinking furiously, I vow to not let the depressing surroundings get to me. I’m here to have fun and meet people. It’s not like I really expected to meet Mr. Right at a speed dating event, on a Thursday night, in the party room of a bowling alley. I just want to get my feet wet, so to speak.
