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The evening will end with a round of box-ticking, when we decide who we would like to meet again. All the KK parties are masked balls, so identities remain secret.
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One guy is even mouthing words, which is certainly not allowed. Well, why not just cut the awkward chit-chat and make silence the starting point. I just feel that at least there's no way I can la myself look any more of a twit as the evening progresses. The objective is to touch someone three times appropriatelywhile they try duck and dodge to kung fu fighting music. Over the last 4 years we have created clever courting games to get you warmed up, happy and in the medico. Eighty-five percent of shhh speed dating london is non-verbal anyway, host Lucy Baker tells us, before leading a few warm-up exercises. Just look at your friends: what a wonderfully diverse group of liberal, cool, opinionated, engaged, open-minded, creative, talented, attractive people!. 
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We're all waiting quietly to meet 14 eligible men who have also paid £20 each to spend an evening in silence. There will be no small talk before - and no sweet nothings afterwards. In fact, not a single word will pass our lips for the next two hours. Shh dating: Word of mouth has seen the spread of 'speed dating without the talking' I am usually a chatterbox, desperately wittering on to try and fill any awkward silences. But not this evening. Billed as 'speed dating without the talking', Shhh Dating nights launched in London earlier this year and ironically word of mouth has seen them spread so fast across the capital that organisers are looking to expand them across the UK. Share 'When you can't small talk to someone, you connect with them on a much deeper level. But despite the fact that this is meant to be a 'silent' night, the amassed women are, perhaps unsurprisingly, soon gossiping away. There's Anke, a blonde who has been on so many 'normal' speed dating nights already that she's really hoping this might be her last. The same goes for Anna, the petite woman next to me. I'm not sure how she thinks tonight will help her avoid more vocal surprises, but she's clearly willing to give the dating dice another desperate throw. Non-verbal communication: The object of silent dating is to strip away the masks we make for ourselves and reveal who we are inside Two minutes later, the men file in - a mix of ages and attractiveness. As they're unable to use their dizzying wit or repartee to distract us, I can't help but make snap judgments based on their appearances - too short, too beardy, too bald - but no doubt they are doing the same about us. The organiser, Lucy Baker, stands up and explains what the evening entails. First, there will be a non-verbal round where we will all sit in front of each other for a minute at a time and are allowed to make noises and gesticulate. Then comes an entirely silent round where we stare into each other's eyes for one intimate minute before moving on. The evening will end with a round of box-ticking, when we decide who we would like to meet again. It sounds simple enough, but my heart is racing. Lucy asks us to walk round the room and make eye contact with each other, before shaking everyone's hand - the rule being that you cannot let go of one man's grasp until you have grabbed someone else's. At some point I get attached to a bearded man, with no other hand in sight to save me. He smiles at me and I try to smile back, but this is already getting awkward. After all that hand-holding, Lucy instructs us to jump in the air every time we turn to face someone, while saying: 'Oogly-boogly-oo! It sounds like a cringingly embarrassing am-dram exercise, but I can feel the atmosphere changing. People are loosening up a bit and laughter starts to fill the room. The jumping, Lucy explains, helps us tap into our physical bodies. The nonsense talk is a way to show us how we can connect to each other without using words. I just feel that at least there's no way I can make myself look any more of a twit as the evening progresses. The embarrassing exercises aren't over, though. We're told to pair up and perform actions for each other to follow. A besuited man next to me waves at me. Then he looks down at the floor and stays like that for what seems like an eternity. People are loosening up a bit and laughter starts to fill the room. I find myself in front of Bearded Man again. Adam tells us our minute has started. Beardy looks at me and smiles, pointing to my dangly earrings and putting his thumbs up. I don't know what to do so I just put my thumbs up back at him. Then we just sit there, twiddling said thumbs, as the minute slowly edges by. When the bell goes, we give each other a relieved smile and I move on to the next man, who has a wide face and freckles. He gives me the earring thumbs-up again - who knew they would be such a non-talking point? The next man is a bit more inventive. He motions to ask if I play the piano. I shake my head, but let out a long high note to show him that I sing a bit. This is good - laughing, I can do. In fact, as the round goes on, I start relaxing. One man manages to ask me by miaowing and pretending to stroke his non-existent whiskers if I have cats, so I nod and then bark at him to show I have dogs, as well. I go on to master motioning the guitar, the accordion and mouth-organ, before having an entire 'conversation' about horses. Enjoyable experience: It's fun, inventive - and preferable to spending hours with someone droning on Then I notice the woman next to me: she is stroking the man's hand and making murmuring noises, while he looks as if he is in heaven. Am I doing this all wrong? I'm being bouncy, not seductive. During the break I share my fears with Adam. It's hard to reveal who we are inside because it makes us vulnerable. I look into his eyes and suddenly feel all warm and squidgy. Adam is somehow managing to convey honesty, fun, intelligence and a hint of sexiness - all in a single look. He laughs, assuring me: 'It gets easier the more you do it. I'm going for 'alluring' but I'm not convinced I'm not coming across as a lunatic. Many of the men can't stop messing around. One keeps raising his eyebrows and making faces. The stare of the tall, dark man next to him is so intense I decide he may well be a serial killer. The gaze of the following chap is the most off-putting of the lot: unashamedly lascivious, and not in a good way. He raises his eyebrow, licks his lips and makes small, semi-silent moans. Still, by the end of the evening, I'm enjoying the whole experience. It's been fun, inventive and infinitely preferable to spending hours with someone droning on. At the end, I dash home, fretting over whether anyone will have ticked me to indicate they'd like to see me again. The next day I call Adam: 'How did I do? That means ten crosses. Did diamond-patterned man or the bald guy tick me, at least? Why on earth not! This sends me into a spin. I obviously can't read the non-verbal cues at all. Still, I don't tell Adam I didn't tick anyone. So can you find love without saying a word? I can see how it could be possible and, even though I didn't, it was a fascinating way to spend an evening. Instead of gabbling to fill every awkward silence, I resolve to practise the power of keeping schtum.