Hoping to find love this week...
We all apply to Cambridge for its academic reputation, but there are also
other important things to consider. I’d always intended to graduate with more
than just a respectable degree – I want to leave Cambridge with a future husband
Three years in, however, and I’m yet to find my Prince Charming. As
graduation looms, the remaining time to find ‘the one’ is running out at an
alarming rate. Each week, my hopeful parents pose the same question on the phone
– “So, have you met anyone interesting yet?” – and I think even my enduringly
optimistic mother is starting to lose hope that her dream of a son-in-law who
has made an appearance on University Challenge will be fulfilled.
But I’m not giving up just yet. Lured by promises of free chocolates and
roses, I created an online profile with the Romance Society, hoping to inject
fresh impetus into my hunt for the ideal man. I outlined my modest expectations
– a true gentleman who will treat me like a princess, and nothing less – and
signed up for a speed dating evening to optimise my chances. With twenty-two men
taking part, I was feeling quietly confident that tonight would be my lucky
Each eligible bachelor had three minutes in which to impress me before the
next suitor took his place. In the meantime, we could make notes on a person’s
merits (or shortcomings) and put a ring around those who showed promise. At the
end of the night our notes were collected so that ‘Cupid’ could subsequently
share the details of those who expressed a reciprocated interest, allowing them
to make arrangements for a follow-up date.
Admittedly, with some people the conversation had dried up entirely by the
time we reached the end of our allocated slot, and we found ourselves sipping
wine and nibbling cheese straws in an attempt to make the situation less
awkward. I suppose it would be somewhat optimistic to expect to hit it off with
every single person though – not to mention the taxing process of organising
follow-up dates with all twenty-two of them…
Fortunately, with others, the three minutes flew by, and I felt like I had
barely got to know them before the bell rang for us to change over again. That
said, I suppose retaining a certain intrigue and curiosity is the whole point of
the evening. Provided that I suitably impressed them, there were certainly a few
Romeos I would be delighted to get to know better on another occasion.
Given the Romance Society’s impressive track record – at least fourteen
couples have got married after meeting through the society – I think I might
finally be making a breakthrough. I can’t promise that my mother’s dream of a
University Challenge champion will ever be realised, but my experience of speed
dating proved that there is a fascinating variety of single people in Cambridge.
Surely that must mean that Mr. Right is out there somewhere?