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Speed Dating

The Most Death-Defying Dates in Dallas

The racing heartbeat. The nerves. The possibility of crashing at 170 mph. Yes, we’re talking about your next date. And now that it’s 70 degrees, it’s time to head outside...

FOR THE TOP GUN

Chasing Your Date in a Fighter Jet

The Challenge: You: in one plane. Her: in another. Your mission: dogfighting, with the help of Desert Storm–proven pilots.
The Risk: To repeat: your date will be alone with a fighter pilot.
The Reward: Every flight’s recorded on video, so go ahead—dub “Danger Zone” and upload it to YouTube. (If you wind up reenacting the “Take My Breath Away” scene, maybe don’t upload that video.)

FOR THE MATADOR

Bull Riding. Chaps Optional.

The Challenge: At the Harvard of bull-riding schools, Sankey Rodeo School, you’ll follow a half-day training session by riding a bucking beast for up to eight seconds.
The Risk: The smell of bull doesn’t exactly remind her of romance.
The Reward: Putting down a few longnecks at the nearby Wild Horse Saloon. Consider taking the chaps off first.

FOR THE DANICA PATRICK TYPE

Racing Indy Cars at 170 mph

The Challenge: Racing for up to an hour at the Texas Motor Speedway—at speeds around 170 mph. (Technically, someone else is driving the car.)
The Risk: Her helmet gets put to use.
The Reward: The perfect end to any date: speedway graduate certificates. They don’t hand these things out to just anyone.

FOR THE FREQUENT FLYER

Hang Gliding 60 Feet Over Texas

The Challenge: Imagine a scooter zipping around in a field. No, you’re not riding it—you’re strapped into a kite that’s attached to the scooter and flying about 60 feet in the air.
The Risk: A windstorm comes out of nowhere and carries her to Lubbock.
The Reward: Bubbly. A picnic basket. Exchanging war stories. All of which tend to lead to good things...

FOR THE BLUE CRUSH TYPE

The Windsurfing Date

The Challenge: You’ll zip up your wet suits and head to Lake Ray Hubbard, where you’ll be taught the basics as you’re tacking over waves next to each other.
The Risk: Three words: jet ski pirates.
The Reward: A round of Tropicoladas and the chicken-fried steak platter at the Weekends Paradise Bar & Grill.