Instead, as I dressed for the evening (black pants, black boots, black shirt, leather jacket -- you get the picture), I went back to what I knew and jammed to "I walked in and was actually quite surprised.
She reminded me exactly of my very first NYC flame.
We hit it off, and she also advocated for me to stick to Motörhead with everyone who asked.
Every lady I talked to was engaging, excited to be there, and just plain nice.
Everyone was also in agreement that the event itself was totally ridiculous.
Both him and his wife date women, but have never dated the same woman.
'That would be incredible if we did,' he said." -- Kari "After the beanie chick, I shifted to the left to a girl named Anna with a septum piercing, metal-head vest, and unruly auburn hair.
But it was my lack of metal expertise that was more intimidating." "I'm no metal head.
It's not that I don't like the genre -- I've been known to throw on the aggressive jam or two to pump me up and for a time in the mid-aughts thought System of a Down was the best band in the world -- but the heaviest music I play on the regular is the more hardcore leanings of Brand New's later discography.
I took my place across from a nice girl in a beanie.
Comedian Dave Hill, the emcee for the night, said something unintelligible and started up a song. Beanie Girl offered up some great advice: 'You'll get called out right away if you try to fake it like that with bitch music [name-dropping],' she told me.
Speed dating and heavy metal seem wholly antithetical to one another.