Blind Dates Part 1 (maybe never, ever a Part 2)
I’ve Moved on… To Blind Dates
After about a month of abuse from a very close friend that we’ll call “Sushiman,” I finally gave in. I agreed to go on a date with his “perfect” woman. A 31-year-old single mom, beautiful and a masseuse. Didn’t sound too bad, but after 18 years of marriage, it would be a first. I spent a long time getting ready and was actually excited. When I picked her up at her apartment she was… in sweats.
Oh well… she was cute, and I was hungry. Our dinner conversation was good, and I found she had traveled a lot.
When asked what she did for work… Things got a little rocky…
“What type of work?” I said.
“I was a professional dancer.”
“Like tap?” I asked innocently and also a little fearful of the answer.
“No,” she quickly answered, “like pole”…
“That’s not a problem is it?”
I was invited in for coffee, but, as I said, as this was the first date in 18 years, this was a little much, and she was definitely not the Ginger to my Fred Astaire.
Love & Peace
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