Since it's come up I thought I'd give a more complete account of that awful blind date. Perhaps average_d can get some tips on what to look for it starts going terrible.
Well, it didn't start well in the first place because I couldn't pick her up at her place. This old woman who lived across the street (she's since passed away) named Barbra had her cat get hit by a car. She couldn't drive so I had to rush Mr Wriggles (the cat) to the vet. I called Mandy (the date) up and told her to meet me at the restaurant. She sounded kind of miffed but agreed. This meant I had to ruin the surprise of where we were going. I had been able to get us into a very nice place in the cellar of a stone winery.
Anyways, with Mr Wriggles taken care of (the cat is still alive incidentally) I went home to change and in my rush put the shoes I had been wearing to tennis back on. So I'm sure I looked pretty damned odd with white sneakers, slacks and a turtleneck. :redface:
So I was a bit taken aback when I saw her. Dead ringer for Summer Glau and, for what it's worth, she didn't seem to notice or care when I walked in looking like I did. In fact she didn't seem to care about anything. I tried to talk to her by asking her about herself but everything was met with simplistic answers and no elaborations.
"So, do blind dates often?"
"No."
"So....where do you work?"
"Wolfsden."
That was a gentleman's club. "As a bartender?"
"Stripper."
"Doing anything else? School?"
"Studying to become a phlebotomist." But nothing more.
I jokingly asked her if she had always been into blood or if it was "goth phase." I got a blank stare in return.
It was pretty obvious this was going nowhere and I began to think about just getting this over with when this douchebag in a silver suit sauntered over and started talking to Mandy about how she was obviously uncomfortable and needed to cut me loose. I still held out hope that the date might be salvaged so I stood up and told him to mind his own business. As I did so I realized he was at least 6'4" but was kinda thin so I thought....maybe I could take him if he turned violent. But, instead, he just smirked and walked over to the bar in the next room.
After I sat back down I wanted to get things away from that distraction and started asking Mandy about her trip to Europe. The friend that had set the blind date up had told me had been to Germany recently.
"Yeah, we were in Munich." And again no elaboration. At this point I was seriously wondering if she was mainlining some smuggled benzo's or something. Then I realized I had to urinate badly. I had meant to go at the vets and had forgotten. So I excused myself and went. But when I came back she was not at the table. I briefly thought she was in the restroom too but then I looked over and saw her at the bar with the silver suit guy. She was actually rather animated talking to him, laughing and had her left hand on the small of his back.
Deflated I sat back down to think about what to do. When I looked back up she was walking out the door with the guy. Now everyone was staring at me realizing what had happened. Embarrassed I asked for my check, paid our bill and left. I went home and played Starcraft for like four hours straight to calm myself.
I gave the antique teddy bear I had bought for Mandy to my niece Jessica when she had a hiking accident that left her in a cast a couple weeks later.
So, I'm not sure what lesson might be learned from that average_d except that a blind date with a stripper might sound nice but could also be a genuinely miserable evening. I guess the other thing is that you'll probably be able to tell if there's chemistry,
or a complete lack of it, rather quickly. Perhaps it would be best to save a gift for
after you've determined whether there is chemistry or not.
Do you know what 'pertinent' means?
Um....yeah.
I think my definition of 'alpha male' and yours may differ somewhat.
How so?
