Fastlove is the North West leader in speed dating events for single professionals.
Three minutes might not seem like much but you'd be surprised how easy it is to see if there's any chemistry with each of the people you meet.
Fastlove holds events in Merseyside, Cheshire, Manchester, Leeds and Staffordshire including specific events in: Liverpool, Manchester, in Chester, Leeds, York, as well as Wilmslow, Nantwich, Harrogate and Didsbury.
I soon realised that this was the least of my difficulties. Not that they were all movie star, model types, but they had clearly all made a real effort for the evening, not least my friends, who I swore were more than a little smug to find me looking dishevelled, scruffy and generally worse for wear.
I retreated to the bathroom for urgent running repairs. My attempts at gentle ribbing came across as open hostility ("so what is it about Manchester that you like?
For some there’ll be chocolates, roses and romance and for others booze-fuelled one night stands in a bid to fill the emotional man/woman-shaped void in their life.
And what about those without a permanent, semi-permanent or one-rinse partner?
So armed with their finest chat-up lines and charming techniques Eve and Ed hit the speed dating scene in a bid to find their one true love, or at least someone relatively pleasant, to spend Valentine’s with. NO LIKEY NO SWIPEY: Ed would rather be at home waiting for his Tinderella than out speed dating I’ve tried everything.
I’ve tried going online and ‘swiping it’, I’ve tried conventional methods, I’ve tried doing it with alcohol, and now I’ve tried speed. It was Eve’s idea, honest – we’d both hit recent dead-ends in love-lives, apathetic towards Tinder and yet not quite apathetic enough to just wait for someone to come along.
Problem number one was that my "few beers" after work quickly mutated into a full-on afternoon session.
Arriving at the venue - which I noted was surprisingly plush - I realised that I was somewhere between mid-evening merry and outright drunk. I changed my strategy for the night to include my new character of witty, cheeky mockney rather than sophisticated city gentleman.
"), my compliments made me sound like a leering drunk ("You know, that's a lovely dress you've got on. "), and everybody else seemed to be having a far better time. Smart, intelligent and mostly beautiful women ran rings around me.