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” text or an overpriced polyester bear holding a heart. attend a Valentine’s Day-themed speed dating event.So, that was truly the confidence boost I needed before walking into a bar full of over 80 strangers, half of whom I would have to spend three minutes conversing with. “Yeah screw it, let’s do the damn thing," Pamela says.About an hour into the event, the host announces there will be a 10-minute break for food.People beeline to the platters of snacks, and I turn to Pamela, eyes wide. Should I just skip years of online dating and guys named Chad and just join a convent already? After a date that felt the need to speak to me all but three inches away from my face, I began to wonder what my 50-yard dash time would be in the pair of gold Lauren Conrad heels that I had donned for the occasion.