I thanked him for the fun time and mumbled something about getting another match.He didn’t seem offended and suggested we meet up for a drink later.He laughed at all my jokes (add that to the pro column), and I was surprised to learn that he worked for my alma mater.He had a huge smile on his face the whole time, which put me at ease.When I ended a five-year relationship in the fall of 2016, I had no desire to rush back into the dating scene.But there I was, six months later, trying to get out of my comfort zone by skiing with complete strangers at a chairlift speed-dating event.Not to mention, in the aftermath of splitting from the person I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with at the age of 30, the very concept of dating seemed absurd.
When I was partnered with a snowboarder for date three, I immediately wrote him off as a potential match.
I guess a splitboarder would be OK, but I’m an impatient person.
I was frustrated just thinking about waiting for him to make the lengthy transition from two sticks to one.
If we like each other, we can ski together as long as we want.
If we don’t click, I can go back to the base and get a new match.
When I told him so, he seemed a little taken aback but not crushed.