Blind Date Issue 8

July 29, 2018

 

“It’s not you, it’s me.”


I believe I have a good intuition – not enough to cross a road blindfolded – but I would say I’m pretty good at predicting what’s about to happen. Coincidentally, the blind date was scheduled after some cheeky work drinks. Coincidentally, there was a bar tab. Coincidentally, yo’ girl got drunk. Perhaps it was my intuition that lead me to downing those drinks, or maybe I’m just stupid.


As I make my way to BurgerFuel I give myself a pep talk. “He won’t know you’re drunk, just keep your eyes focused, drink some water and the burger will sober you up. DO NOT fall off the chair.” I walk in and I see a shadow approaching me from behind. “Are you looking for someone?” I turn around and I am instantly grateful that I’m absolutely smashed.


He was serving some lumberjack going-to-court realness with his ginger beard snatched into place and a dapper blue button-down shirt. I wasn’t sure if I was on a date or going to get a loan from the bank. We order our food and quickly take a seat. Now the most important part of the date was about to begin, the conversation. He was nice. Don’t get me wrong, being nice is great! I just need some banter. It was lovely to talk about your hopes and dreams but I wanna know if you believe 9/11 was an inside job. But then again, I’m probably psycho.


I text my mates if they’re still at the bar. They are and I ask if my new man would like to join for some drinks (mostly out of politeness, I would rather him stay at BurgerFuel). He accepts the offer, classic stitch-up. We sit down with my friends and being the alcoholic that I am, I get another drink. After a while, he gets the message and makes a quick exit.
My dear blind date, you are a lovely man. Those 30 minutes showed me you’re kind, intelligent and sweet. All that’s left to say is, “It’s not you, it’s me.”


9/10


Blind date huh? Most people would give it a pass. Put in a situation where you have no idea who you are about to date, thoughts go through your head like ‘What if the date is horrible!?’. However, I am currently on a quest to find my best friend, some would say ‘soul mate’. I look at life as a rollercoaster of experiences, good or bad; in the end you find yourself searching for love.


I’ve been on my fair share of dates but none of them could’ve prepared me for the experience I had blind dating. So, there I was: nervously waiting at the venue for this beautiful dark-haired woman whose name started with ‘M’. The search was on! Suddenly, I saw a woman. Dark hair? Check. Beautiful? Check! She was standing anxiously at the entrance. I had to see if it was her, I approached her with a question. She smiled and answered back confirming she was the mysterious ‘M’ I had been searching for.


The date began with questions that you usually wouldn’t ask in a date, because you are usually well acquainted by this stage. Mind you, these days that is not always the case. However, the blind date went fantastic, it was a fun experience meeting someone who was also searching for love and was willing to meet a person they have never met.


I personally enjoyed the experience and would recommend it to anyone searching for love or who just wants to have a fun experience. 9/10.

 

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