Just when I thought speed dating was on its last legs (see Sugamamahood), I read about another incarnation. This one involves gazing. No, not staring. Gazing. Gazing. Granted, this isn't a new phenomenon, but let me break it down for those of you who don’t know: in hopes of making a connection, lonely New Yorkers are volunteering to sit and
stare gaze at other hopefuls for a total of twenty rotating, two-minute segments. Generally, I try not to bash things before I try them. Insomnia, however, makes me cranky and this shit is just wacky. At least there’s a “rock-solid” guarantee that if you don't meet someone you’d like to see again, Eye Gazing Parties will give you a full refund or 2 free eye gazing parties, your choice. I suppose if it’s between an evening of gazing and a blind date with my mother’s friend’s friend’s nephew, gazing looks damn good.