My high school year book team sponsored a drawing where one guy and one girl would get picked to go on a blind date. I, being the desperate fool that I am, entered that drawing.
I got picked.
The date will happen sometime next month, although details are hazy so far. I know this event will get covered in the yearbook though.
Oh yeah, and the girl is a… umm… chubby young lady who subscribes to the Mormon religion. Not exactly what I’m after. So I don’t think we’re destined for love or anything like that. But who cares, I’ll do anything for a free dinner!
So, for what it’s worth, I finally managed to get a date. My first one, pretty much. Only took me 18 years.
My next goal is to find one that isn’t blind. I’m working on it.