We’ve never participated in speed dating (unless you count that boozy second semester sophomore year) but it evokes images of Ritalin-ravaged thirtysomethings standing and sitting more times than the frummers on a Friday night. We’ll stick to the privacy of online photos and profiles rather than spend six minutes with this guy. Or her.
Anyway, Florida’s Star Banner attributes the revelation of speed dating to a rabbi. Who knew it would evolve into beers at Hooligan’s with a cheerleading facilitator ringing a cow bell?