The Blind Date
The Blind Date was a disaster.
I was told that the Blind Date was quite the intellectual. I wouldn't know. He didn't how to make conversation. Every now and then, I would throw him the bone to run with it, yet, the dude had no social skills.
The only decent thing about the date was the cab ride home. The cab driver was Bela-Russian and I got to practice my limited Russian to impress Alexei, my fictional boy toy. ;-)
The Blind Date was a disaster. But if certainly gave me a renewed appreciation for my wonderful gentlemen callers who spoil me rotten.
I was told that the Blind Date was quite the intellectual. I wouldn't know. He didn't how to make conversation. Every now and then, I would throw him the bone to run with it, yet, the dude had no social skills.
The only decent thing about the date was the cab ride home. The cab driver was Bela-Russian and I got to practice my limited Russian to impress Alexei, my fictional boy toy. ;-)
The Blind Date was a disaster. But if certainly gave me a renewed appreciation for my wonderful gentlemen callers who spoil me rotten.
posted by Lovely Victoria at 6:41 PM
1 Comments:
I totally understand and am glad to read I'm not the only one whose allowed herself to get "set up" by friends on such mainstream dates...
I find that I generally have deeper conversations with my patrons, and am more authentic on more fun levels; since by nature this "game" is living a little more in the moment.
:) Nice to wander on your blog!
RB
Linked to my hidden blog entry about a blind date last week...
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