Round 3... to 31
At one point I was nursing half a warm sip of Tecate and I desperately looked at my date. 'Should we just go get some whiskey?' I asked my suitor. He agreed that that was a good use of our dating time and headed to the bar, where seemingly half of the other daters had had the same idea. Some were already coupling off including one of the friends I had brought along, heavily petting a mustachioed hipster in a dark corner." -- Kari
"After the first two dates, the rest blurred together. 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. But at a certain point, I had to drop the analysis -- I was having too much fun." -- Brett
Thirty-one dates, but no diamonds
"Because of the large turnout, the dating was going on for ages. When it finally ended, everyone hit the bar to mingle and exchange numbers and stories. One guy got a drink thrown in his face and subsequently got booted out. Apparently, the friends I brought also made quite the impression as well. My friend from Scotland, for example, asked to impregnate the majority of the women he spoke to so he could get a green card, and even told one woman that he wanted to fuck her pit bull. Sorry about that, ladies. At least my other friend, 'Jimbo Slice,' was polite to the girls and made out pretty well numbers-wise." -- Kari
"After about 31 dates, Hill finally called it a night. I made my way back to where I left my jacket earlier and migrated to the bar. Granted, there may have been more bloggers around than metal heads -- but that's Brooklyn for you." -- Brett
The fun outweighed the romance
"As for me, I got some numbers, some compliments, a couple dates, and a slew of new friends to go to shows with. All in all it was a successful evening and I can't wait for the next one. Until then, good luck in love, metal heads!" -- Kari
"Anna, the auburn-haired beauty from date number two, came up to me at the end of the evening and asked me out. More than anything else that happened over the span of the night -- being forced into conversations with 31 people, getting outside of my typical crowd, the overwhelming darkness and noise of the bar -- having a girl step up to the plate and actually have the bravery to ask me out was my most shocking takeaway. I turned her down, but it was a great cap to a surprisingly fun night. I admittedly spent most of the night ragging on the untraditional setup of the event. But, in the end, I had too much of a good time to deny it." --Brett
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Kari Langslet graduated from UC Davis in the completely unrelated field of archaeology. Travel nerd, dog obsessed, and avid dater, you've probably seen her running around Brooklyn headbanging at a show with a slice of pizza in one hand and her phone open to the happn app in the other. If you think you can handle all that, follow her on Twitter: @karilangslet.
Brett Williams is a writer in New York. He now knows that he should never speak Lemmy’s name in vain. Follow him on Twitter: @bdwilliams910.