The Blind Date
To my recollection, I have had one blind date in my lifetime. I’d guess that it was circa 1980, and a group of friends decided that they’d had enough with my singleness. I was told that “we have a lot of single women in our church” and that I would be in line to go out with bunches of them. OK. So, they set the first one up. It would be me, her, and two other couples for a night out. Great. I’m not good in single-person situations, so it’ll be nice to have others to bounce the conversation off. The night started at a friend’s house, where they extolled my virtues to this unsuspecting woman. She wasn’t anything spectacular, but then, neither am I. So I figured I’d play it out and see how it goes. Once we finished the “character-building” portion of the night, we all went out bowling. Great. Bowling. Nothing like bowling. It gave me a chance to be kind of funny, and still blend into the surroundings. I’m a decent enough bowler, and nobody really cares anyway, so what the ...