The Blind Date

"Do you want to get together and play spin the bottle?"  That's what it said on the note my husband wrote to ask me out on our blind date.  He thought if he wrote something really obnoxious, I wouldn't want to go out with him.  He'd had a few bad blind dates and really didn't want to add another to his list.  Plus, he was dating someone else.

There was another problem too.  He had a mustache.  I have always had issues with facial hair.  If I had to rate my disgust for it, it would look something like this (with 10 being really gross and 1 being sometimes acceptable):

1. a well-groomed goatee
2. a 3-day to 1-week old beard
3. a well-groomed, short beard
4. a longer goatee
5. a short mustache
6. a medium-sized beard
7. a mustache on a woman
8. a long mustache
9. a love patch
10. a handlebar mustache

So it's a really lucky thing that I promised my friend I'd go out with him before I read the note.  It's also a good thing he didn't have a handlebar mustache.

We ended up having probably one of the longest blind dates in history, during which we ate at Chick-Fil-A, browsed a bookstore, watched a movie, read short stories out loud, made milkshakes, and went grocery shopping.  A few dates later, he shaved off his mustache--phew.

The bad thing about having a successful blind date is that it makes me want to set other people up on blind dates.  Sad to say, I don't have the talent for it at all.  Either that or the people I set up just happen to avoid me for months afterwards.

Have you had a memorable blind date?  I'd love to hear about it.