SPEED DATE BY MARK ANTONY RAINES A FLASH FICTION

WHY DID I AGREE TO GO ON A SPEED DATING EVENT;ARE THERE NOT  FOR SAD DESPERATE PEOPLE  LOOKING FOR LOVE, OMG THAT  IS ME.I ARRIVE  AT THE  EVENT  WHICH  WAS  BEING  HELD  AT MY LOCAL HALL AND  I AM GIVEN  MY CARD TO MARK MY FELLOW SPEED DATES IN THE  FOLLOWING  CATEGORIES. .YEAH  I GO ON A DATE WITH  YOU. NO WAY YOU WEIRDO SEEMS A BIT HARSH BUT IT IS  PART OF THE MODERN WORLD WE LIVE IN THE WORLD  TODAY, I JUST DESPAIR .SITTING  ON MY  TABLE AWAITING MY  TEN MINUTES OF GETTING TO KNOW THE POTENTIAL FUTURE LOVE I HEAR  THE RING OF THE  BELL LET  THE FUN BEGIN WHOPPIE. MY FIRST  LADY   CALLED MARGARET  IS CHATTING  ABOUT HER JOB  WHICH  I GATHER  IS COLLECTING THE BAGS OF DOG POO FROM THE  COUNCIL  BINS. I DO FIND THIS AND BIT OFF PUTTING AND  PUT DOWN NO WAY WEIRDO  ON MY  CARD.I GO THROUGH SEVERAL LADIES  EACH AS INTERESTING AS A  PLASTIC BAG. SPEED DATING  IS AN MASSIVE  FAIL SO I  THOUGHT AS I WAS  LEAVING.