Last week I tried something I’ve never, ever done before. Speed dating.  It was terrifyingly awesome! I spent the afternoon mentally revising all the ways I felt kinda gross and listing the reasons I didn’t want to meet any new people.  One shower, my favourite dress, eye liner, and a pair of golden flats (being amazonian, it was a team decision to avoid additional height with heels), I left the house feeling a little more upbeat about 20 or so strangers. I am pretty good with meeting new people. I’m not sure why I was nervous. It’s the unknown, ‘will they like me?’ ‘what will they think of me?’ ‘Baaaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!!’…