Please describe a blind date.
Make it up or give us a little truth is stranger than fiction.
Bonus points and adoration from afar: If you make it up, include “Finland”, “chenille robe”, and “casserole” in your submission.
I found myself saying to the mirror in my bathroom "Never again! NEVER!!!"
Blind dates. A word that brings shivers and involuntary stomach cramps to women (and men) around the world. Why do we insist on setting up our friends with "that perfect person?" And why do we, in turn, agree to go on setups so thoughtfully arranged by our friends?
I had just 'returned' from a blind date. "There should be a support group for this stuff."
I was just crawling into bed when the phone rang.
" *squeal* Hey!!! How did it go? Did you like him? Did he like you? Isn't he the ceuuuuuuutest thing ever? I knew you two were made for each other. Where did he take you for dinner? What did you eat? Isn't he just the most adorable guy eeevvvvvvvver? "
I didn't want to be mean....I didn't want to tell her what I was thinking at that exact moment. I didn't want to threaten her life.
And I surely wasn't going to tell that her next door neighbor, Mr. Blind Date, smells like a teenage boy just getting off of his 8 hour shift from the local Pizza Hut.
"Uh, hey! Yes,he's very attractive, and the date went fine. I'm just heading to bed, can we talk later?"
"Nooooo!!! You have to tell me everything."
"OK, OK. Scott (Mr. Pizza Hut smelling Blind Date) was going to pick me up at 7:00."
"Was, what do you mean was? Was he late? Did you have to drive? I'll kill him!!!!"
"No, no, no...nothing so drastic. Geez! He wasn't late..and I didn't have to drive. In fact, he was early. And......."
"And...he didn't drive either."
"I'm not following you."
"He brought his town car thing...not a limo or anything...but a really nice sedan. He had a DRIVER!! When he knocked on the door, it was 30 minutes earlier than we'd discussed...and I was still only wearing my chenille robe. I'd just gotten out of the shower!"
"Oh no. What did you do?"
"Well, I invited him in. It was raining, and I thought it rude to make him wait outside. I rushed to get dressed, and when I came out, he was in my kitchen. There were 4 or 5 grocery bags on the counter. He cooked me dinner...in my kitchen...without asking. Apparently, he's used to getting what he wants."
"Well....was the food any good?"
"He cooked a tater tot casserole for crying out loud!!! Said it was really popular in Finland. He'd just returned from there...business trip or something. Who is this guy??"
"What did you do next?"
"The three of us ate dinner."
"I invited the driver in. You have a date with him next Friday."