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This story comes to you from a man I know. It’s cute, and a little bit of insight into the male perspective of a blind, first date. My favorite part is the color of the date’s outfit. Creeeeeepy!
So I’ve always used sites like Lavalife, eHarmony, pof, etc.
On one fall week this Russian girl messaged me. Saying “Add me on msn, we have much common” and she gave me her msn addy. I like forward women, so I played along with it. We chat a bit online and we agree to meet up for coffee. I give her my phone number just in case she’s a flake with a conscience.
Next I’m at work doing my thing, when I get a phone call. With broken english we have a conversation. She wanted to meet at Finch Park. I thought to myself, ‘Finch is a pretty scketchy area, I don’t know her at all, and haven’t seen her picture.’, so I tell her to meet up at Eglinton instead. She asks for my favorite colors. I say bleu and green. She looked forward meeting me too much it seemed. Something was definitely off key.
Jokingly talking to my coworkers about how I will lose a kidney and wake up in a bathtub full of ice, I go on with the night to see what this date will bring.
I’m about to meet her when she calls me saying that she can see me. I don’t see her. Finally we meet up. Nope. Not the tall russian girl with blonde hair I thought she would be. Instead she’s a short girl wearing a … green shirt and bleu dress.
She seems nice. We go for coffee. More and more I know this is going nowhere for me. She’s not my type, boring, but she’s a genuinely nice person and I hate turning down people. She shows me pictures of her dogs. We finish coffee. I try to convey my disinterest with body language. I can’t turn down someone on the spot.
It was almost 8pm, time to go. She seemed disappointed. I told her that maybe we could hang out again – knowing this won’t happen. This is not good – the goodbye is coming!
She’s totally into me. I know! I’ll just do a hug. She looks at me, waiting. I joke that my subway’s coming soon. She’s going in for the kill. I dodge with a friendship hug. I hold it. Good no kiss. but I go to get out of the hug. The subway isn’t getting here. Being forward, she says “I wanted a kiss”. Fuck! She’s too nice and I don’t want to break her heart. I don’t know what to do. Well, fuck it, short kiss and I’m out. It’s done. Horrible. I’m a heartbreaker. God I hate being Chandler from Friends.
Next day I tell her we won’t be hanging out again on the phone when she calls. She calls again asking if we can hang out as just friends. Maybe I can learn to like her. Man. What the hell did I get myself into? I tell her again, no. Blocked her on msn. Deleted her.
What will next week bring? At least she wasn’t as bad and the girl from England who liked to fight other girls.
