
I spent Valentine’s Day not with my wife but with 18 Turkish women. No, wait, I can explain. It’s a new game called


I spent Valentine’s Day not with my wife but with 18 Turkish women. No, wait, I can explain. It’s a new game called
I start playing this as a game, where the point is to match with everybody. It’s quite enjoyable clawing your way back from a bad start by becoming a pandering simp to a date’s every whim. I tell animal rights activist Ezgi that I have an idea about using city garbage trucks to dispense food to animals. I tell YouTuber Ayse that I follow many YouTubers. I tell bespectacled accountant Pinar that I jolly well do have a financial retirement plan. All lies. All matches.
The game is lazily stereotypical at times. All the women love shopping. They all ask me about my favourite food. Sadly, the raw meatballs never come up as an option again. But the dialogue constantly surprises me. I get asked by Esra if I inherited any traits from my family. The only response options I have are CLUTTER and PANIC. I never know where this game will go.
Eighteen speed dates later I have matched with eight women, which isn’t bad considering I have been out of the scene for three decades. And then … nothing. What I thought would be an end scene where I picked the lucky lady of my choosing instead sees Murat simply thank his friend for inviting him, and wandering off into the night.
Some may find this anticlimactic. I prefer to think of it as the top spinning at the end of Inception, because I am still wondering what the hell I experienced here. What I can say is that it was the best five quid I have spent in years. Speed Dating – Winter Edition is surprising and engaging, as all great art should be – even if most of the time it is completely and utterly unintentionally so.
Author: 360 Technology Group
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