Have you ever been on a blind date? I was pretty open to them until one experience left me scarred for life.
I had been divorced for about five years and was in no hurry to get remarried (which may cause great discomfort for many in the church). A wonderful couple (Bro & Sis. K) that I knew in my ward offered to set me up on a blind date with this "really great guy." They stated that they'd know him for years, and he was so handsome, kind and just super spiritual, and "ready to get married." (Hmm. That should've been my warning sign right there.)
Okay, so I went. I was told to dress nice because I was being taken out to a really great restaurant in Sherman Oaks. He came to the door. The guy was enormous. Tall and huge. I was a bit taken aback because it wasn't what I had expected. He was very sweet, brought me flowers, came inside and said hello to my children and my babysitter (who looked at me with horror in her eyes), and we left.
He had this enormous truck that you practically needed a ladder to get into. Not very ladylike when you're wearing a dress (guys take note). As we were driving down I5, he told me about his family and how he still lived at home with his mom, and how she still cooked him dinner every night, did his laundry and cleaned his room. The man was 36 years old, and a "successful contractor." He told me he wanted a woman who would be a "good wife" who could cook, and clean house really well (I laughed because I am not the best housekeeper, a true weakness). If we weren't going 65 miles per hour on the freeway, I would've jumped out of the truck.
We went to a lovely Greek restaurant where he told me my children needed a father and he was up for the job, had dinner and then we went to Westwood to walk around. People were staring. I just smiled at them.
On the drive back home, his road rage came out as a puny little Honda cut in front of him. He started yelling out of his window and got right up on the guy's behind. I was horrified. He kept making comments after that about how he was "bigger than that guy" was and therefore, had more right to be there than the puny Honda. At this point of time, I was ready to give him the number of a therapist I knew. Thank Heavens for my off ramp because that meant I was almost home.
He walked me to my door, attempted to lay a big smooch on me, and I politely declined and shook his hand and told him thank you for a lovely dinner. Upon entry into my home, my babysitter (a good friend of mine) said, "I'll bet you're never gonna talk to Bro & Sis. K again." to which I replied, "Well, I'll just never ask them to set me up on a date again." The following Sunday in church, Bro K said, "I'll bet you never want to speak to me again." I just laughed and thanked him for thinking of me in my pathetic singleness. lol
The blind date called me three times a day for two weeks solid. I let him know from the get-go that I was not interested in pursuing a relationship with him, but would like to remain "friends." The 'f' word. Throughout his persistance, I was polite, but then I had to say, "If you call me one more time, I will have to file harrassment charges against you....." and there it ended.
What is your scariest blind date story?
I had been divorced for about five years and was in no hurry to get remarried (which may cause great discomfort for many in the church). A wonderful couple (Bro & Sis. K) that I knew in my ward offered to set me up on a blind date with this "really great guy." They stated that they'd know him for years, and he was so handsome, kind and just super spiritual, and "ready to get married." (Hmm. That should've been my warning sign right there.)
Okay, so I went. I was told to dress nice because I was being taken out to a really great restaurant in Sherman Oaks. He came to the door. The guy was enormous. Tall and huge. I was a bit taken aback because it wasn't what I had expected. He was very sweet, brought me flowers, came inside and said hello to my children and my babysitter (who looked at me with horror in her eyes), and we left.
He had this enormous truck that you practically needed a ladder to get into. Not very ladylike when you're wearing a dress (guys take note). As we were driving down I5, he told me about his family and how he still lived at home with his mom, and how she still cooked him dinner every night, did his laundry and cleaned his room. The man was 36 years old, and a "successful contractor." He told me he wanted a woman who would be a "good wife" who could cook, and clean house really well (I laughed because I am not the best housekeeper, a true weakness). If we weren't going 65 miles per hour on the freeway, I would've jumped out of the truck.
We went to a lovely Greek restaurant where he told me my children needed a father and he was up for the job, had dinner and then we went to Westwood to walk around. People were staring. I just smiled at them.
On the drive back home, his road rage came out as a puny little Honda cut in front of him. He started yelling out of his window and got right up on the guy's behind. I was horrified. He kept making comments after that about how he was "bigger than that guy" was and therefore, had more right to be there than the puny Honda. At this point of time, I was ready to give him the number of a therapist I knew. Thank Heavens for my off ramp because that meant I was almost home.
He walked me to my door, attempted to lay a big smooch on me, and I politely declined and shook his hand and told him thank you for a lovely dinner. Upon entry into my home, my babysitter (a good friend of mine) said, "I'll bet you're never gonna talk to Bro & Sis. K again." to which I replied, "Well, I'll just never ask them to set me up on a date again." The following Sunday in church, Bro K said, "I'll bet you never want to speak to me again." I just laughed and thanked him for thinking of me in my pathetic singleness. lol
The blind date called me three times a day for two weeks solid. I let him know from the get-go that I was not interested in pursuing a relationship with him, but would like to remain "friends." The 'f' word. Throughout his persistance, I was polite, but then I had to say, "If you call me one more time, I will have to file harrassment charges against you....." and there it ended.
What is your scariest blind date story?
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