Speed dating surely ranks among the most stupid forms of human activity, but it worked for me. I met Feezy fifteen years ago. True, she eventually got married with a dental surgeon called Brad. But we are still good friends, which is good. Speed dating is all about efficiency. One has to pierce through the grey mist of otherness as fast as possible. Her question was: are you really a ballet dancer ? (Straight guys are not supposed to do the splits). Mine was: how many chucks could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? 8 chucks, she said after a pause, and it really felt like a moment.