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"--Rodney." "Ah, you're welcome, Radek," Rodney said awkwardly, taking the offered hand in his.

"I think I slept through that date." "I think you slept through all your dates," Rodney commented, rolling his eyes. "I think it only angered her because it was so obviously true. Radek looked down at the Dating Card, shrugged, and then tossed it into the nearest trashcan.

So, instead of giving me the address to my hotel, Marije gave me the address to-- this." He waved a hand at the empty tables. "I hardly think anyone will be asking for me after I slept all through the night." "Not to mention you look like you've been living in your car for a week," Rodney added, and Radek made a face, though his blue eyes gleamed with amusement.

Rodney frowned, flustered at the warm look, and said, "Oh, you're welcome, I suppose.

Just, next time, uh, keep your comments about your sister's spawn to yourself. I learned that the hard way myself -- the first time I saw Madison, I made the mistake of commenting on how she looked like a fat tomato. "At least my sister knows nothing about technology. Perhaps I will have to use a trick like that on her someday." "It's very, very annoying," Rodney remarked dryly, and then laughed as Radek said, "Definitely must use it then." He rubbed the back of his neck, shivering a little and wishing he'd thought to bring a warmer jacket.

He scowled, and then really looked at the man, taking in his rumpled appearance, the lines of strain on his sleeping face, and the fact that his hair looked like a scarecrow's nest. "Though I'm pretty sure the people in charge, you know, check IDs." Rodney glared at her for a moment, and then decided to ignore her in favor of shaking the sleeping man's shoulder. Your 'date' is looking a little testy." This was true -- 'Hi, My Name is Lindsay' was glaring at the empty chair and tapping her foot impatiently.

"Are you sure he's even one of speed-daters and not just some guy who wandered in off the streets? Finally, the man stirred, lifting his head and blinking owlishly at Rodney, his eyes a bright, intense blue despite the man's obvious grogginess.

Gather with 20-100 single professionals at a popular restaurant near you. Have 10 one-on-one conversations that last 10 minutes each. Meet anyone else who catches your eye during intermission or after your 10th date. To keep the conversations comfortable and safe, participants don't ask each other for contact information. When you meet someone you want to see again, write their name on your Dating Card. After the event, login to 10minute and enter the names of the people you want to meet again. Whenever two people enter each other's names, we provide contact information so you can arrange a 2nd date! Oh, sure, he'd hit a bit of a dry spell lately, but that was just because Elizabeth had him busy designing the newest computer program and he hadn't had time to go out on dates.

Instead, a man was slumped over, snoring quietly into the tabletop as Rodney's next date -- 'Hi, My Name is Cindy,' read her nametag -- looked torn between irritation and amusement. "He just sat down, put his head on the table, and fell asleep. " she said hotly, folding her arms against her chest and alternating between glaring at the dozing man and Rodney.

Radek looked around, frowning, and then suddenly flushed. Oh, I am so sorry," he said, voice thick with sleep and an accent that Rodney couldn't quite place.

He smiled apologetically at Cindy, whose features softened somewhat at his smile.

"I--" He straightened in his seat, and now Rodney could finally read the nametag on his chest.