Curiously, there seemed to be a lot of women in the older age brackets (35 to 45 and 45-plus) and a lot of men in the youngest one.
(Numbers from preregistration show that 45 percent of the participants were in the 35-to-45 bracket, while 35 percent were in my 18-to-35 bracket.) The crowd was buzzing with nervous excitement. Lift Date Number One* was a late-20s software engineer. We shared easy conversation about skiing and mountain towns, and eventually I asked him what type of climbing he did.
Sitting in Saturday-morning ski traffic on I-70 the day of the event, I was hopeful about getting back into the outdoor dating scene but worried that my dates would leave me in a spray of snow.
If we don’t click, I can go back to the base and get a new match.
Still, he was a good bit younger, only skied downhill at resorts, and was pretty religious (all cons in my book).
At the end of a long ski run, I would have kept riding with him, but there was still the possibility of meeting someone even better.
My biggest anxiety, though, was that I had no idea how people would pair up to ride the lifts together. When I arrived at the bottom of the lift, I was surprised to see so many other speed daters milling around.
More than 200 people had signed up, with an almost equal split of men to women and far more skiers than snowboarders.