The answers range from my ‘curiosity’, to one guy who was brave enough to admit he’s ‘here to find a partner’.The bold 50-something lady gives a frank ‘I want a lover’.
In the centre, he explains, sits a ‘temple’ – a colourful cloth laid out on which we can place anything we like to bring us good luck and energy.
There are a lot of tops and trousers with kitten heels and one women, who signs us in when we arrive, wears a sweeping floor-length red dress with white polka dots.
I also wear a dress which is floor-length, but only at the back.
From my safe place behind the curtain, I glance over at two women and a man sitting in awkward silence on a large, low couch — until another fellow speed-dater bounds up and asks them to budge up, breaking the silence — much to everyone’s relief.
Before I attend I’m told the dress code is ‘celebratory casual’. The majority of men look like they work in IT and have come from the office.
Back in the entrance of the yoga studio (which, incidentally, is fragranced like a 5-star spa), I’ve been handed a black pouch, full of cubes imprinted with the same letter ‘B’, which hangs from a leather thong so I can place it around my neck.