What Does A Giant Game Of Twister Up The Shard Prove About Group Dating?
Last week, I was invited along to a game of giant Twister. Only this game had a unique twist of it’s own. We’d be playing with lots of other singletons, at a mega-dating event, at nearly 1,000ft on the top floor of The Shard. If you’re scared of heights or easily embarrassed, this event would not have been for you. And then there was me — a guy with all the flexibility of a wooden ruler — who would either walk away with a) a room full of women wondering why the weirdo who can’t touch his toes bothered to show up or b) a ripped pair of jeans. Neither prospect filled me with joy.
Then there was the awkward idea of meeting the opposite sex whilst you had a face full of armpit as you both try and share the only red in reach. In fact, would anyone even play this crazy game of Twister or would we all just stand there unable to address the elephant in the room? Considering the above, I wasn’t quite sure a group dating event like this would take off but, let’s face it, at least there was The Shard. And I’m pretty sure that’s how every other person who signed up also justified paying for their ticket: ‘well, I’ve always wanted to go up The Shard anyway’. Yep. Me too. So I dragged my mate along and off we went.
Right off the bat, we were faced with a great opportunity to make some small talk; a sort of mini-queue for the lifts where we met a few women who looked as equally unsure about the whole concept as we did. And then there was the awkward conversation with the lift boy — who looked like the bloke from The Grand Budapest Hotel — who we quizzed on just how much he enjoyed being stuck in a high-powered lift with no view. His boss was in the lift.
Upstairs — up 67 flights of them to be precise — there was a rum bar, lots of singles and, of course, that magnificent 360-degree view. We were single people hanging out in pairs of mates, drinking double rum cocktails in an effort to ply ourselves into a sort of drunken nonchalance whilst staring out to the night skyline of one of the greatest cities in the world. I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve had worse evenings.
Let’s maybe call this floor the pre-party, the floor where we all ‘prepped’ ourselves with booze for the festivities happening up the next flight of stairs — all the fun was being had on the floor above. One level up and the scene in front of me was… awesome. There was a mess of limbs and bums in faces — everyone was getting involved. And they all looked like they were having hilarious levels of fun. There was a guy with a megaphone calling out Twister instructions, at which point several groups of bodies promptly collapsed.
The games were run on a last man standing basis with, as the game we were watching progressed, only one guy and one girl eventually left on all four colours struggling to maintain both their balance and their dignity. There was a huge crowd of us gathered around cheering them on.
Next game, me and my pal stepped in. The two girls next to us clocked us a smile. I think it was a knowing ‘good luck with this’ smile. And at that we began. The only downside to such a giant game of Twister was the fact that the organisers only had one megaphone-wielding games captain rumbling around and he had to walk between either side of the room to check/kick people out the game between calling each move. This resulted in what felt like holding an advanced plank manoeuvre for long periods of time whilst we waited for the next colour, it was a bit of a quads workout. It did, however, facilitate some easy small talk with the girl next to me as we waited, our arms and legs weirdly intertwined, because, I mean, what else are you going to do? Wait there in awkward silence? I honestly never thought I’d meet someone during a game of Twister.
And then, later, a far more horrifying thing happened. I was having to apologise through my legs as my bum hung above this girl’s head in a frustratingly painful squat-come-splits. It made for a funny conversation after the game, that I can tell you with certainty. I was genuinely surprised at how many other people were doing the same thing (not the squats) — using the game to spark up conversation — proving there was no awkwardness at all bar anything purely comical. And I think that’s the point: huge, weird group dating events like this are natural ice breakers. They’re so awkward, they become awesome fun. And, everyone willing, you’ll meet people with your mind taken off the formality of traditional small talk — and come away with a few phone numbers.
What a giant game of Twister up The Shard proves about dating is this: if you’re going to try dating events at all, weird, group activities are probably one of the best ways to meet members of the opposite sex. What we think will be the most excruciatingly, painfully awkward moment of our entire dating lives turns out to be the most fun and the easiest way of approaching people. The weirdness of it all means you already have something in common and the activity itself takes your mind off any nerves. Dating Twister up The Shard? Big success. Until next time…
Dating Twister Up The Shard was organised by the masters of group dating events, DoingSomething.co.uk. Next up, those crazy cats are inviting you to join them on a SLEEPOVER at The Shard including some tasty dinner, drinks and breakfast at sunrise. Not to mention snoozing at some 800ft. If you’re game, you can find out more here.