Trolling for ToyBoys
Okay. I am just going to say it. I’m 50 and I’m single. And, I’ve just come home from a ToyBoy Speed Dating Event. How did this happen?
For the first few months after my birthday I couldn’t even get the words “I’m 50” out of my mouth without my eyes filling with tears and my head running the same mantra over and over: I am going to be alone forever.
(No worries... see I complete me.)
This was ridiculous! I never thought I was old, and I always had people telling me how young I looked for my age. But somehow, being 50 and single was making me feel strange and different. It was starting to change how I was living my life.
When someone at my office asked me if I would attend a speed dating event, I surprised myself when I said “Yes!”
The next thing I knew, I received an email invitation to a ToyBoy Speed Dating Event organized by Fastlife.ca, an international company with events in almost every city in Canada, as well as the US, Australia and Europe. Their website seemed pretty slick and their events were quite varied… everything from Beer Tasting Speed Dating to Tall Men Speed Dating (that one gave me a chuckle!) But I was set up for their ToyBoy Event, listed on their website as “Here’s to You, Mrs. Robinson!” What had I done?
What to say to Gen Y?
As the days got closer to my big night out, I worried what I would say to a twenty-something young man. Never mind that, could I make it through the twelve separate eight-minute dates? Yikes! This was sounding more like a job than a night out!
I began to think about what I really wanted in a man. Could washboard abs be enough to keep me interested? Would these guys need some serious brainpower in order to get me hot and bothered…or would a nice set of arms and that smell of youth be enough?
More importantly, what to wear?
The night of the event I was in a panic. What to wear? I had lots of great clothes, but what would work in this situation? Sexy schoolmarm, "Ivana Eurotrash", or jeans and a t-shirt? I called one of my best friends who told me to wear jeans and a pretty pink top I have that shows just enough cleavage to be somewhat sexy and show lots of arm— one of my better assets.
She went on to say: “Have two drinks before you walk in, make sure your lipstick is glossy, not matte, and try not to bring the hardnosed ‘work Avra’ to the event. Just leave her at home. Pretend you’re a Jewish Catherine Zeta Jones!” I just laughed and downed the first drink.
