Erika, my roommate, asked me if I would try eight-minute dating with her. Sometimes called speed dating, it's a fad that's been sweeping the country for at least a couple years. Did I really want to spend $35 of my hard-earned Argus paycheck on this? Well, maybe I could at least find a story to tell. So last Friday night, two roommates hit the town for eight-minute dating. Speed dating work like this: Female participants are each assigned a table where they remain seated during the event. The men approach a table, sit down and the event begins. Couples then have eight minutes to introduce themselves and learn about each other. Each person is provided with a dating card that includes a list of conversation topics, like: Where did you grow up? What's the best trip you've ever taken? Do you follow current events? What do you think about...? The host, Mark MacGibbon, rings a bell when eight minutes is up. Couples say their good-byes (except for Richard, a petite culinary student in glasses. How rude!). The men move down the line to the next table and the process repeats itself until all participants have "dated." During a 15-minute intermission I scoured the complementary appetizers. I met Andrea, a perky curly-haired gal like myself from
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