A friend is trying to set me up on a blind date today. I said yes, but only if she went with me. Never mind if they tried dating and it didn’t work out. I don’t think I could ever go out with someone blindly.
The last person I went out with on a blind date didn’t work out. He was 40, and when I asked my dad for permission (lame, but that’s the way I am), he pointed out the 11 year age difference and said that the Lawyer was probably gay. Not unusual, especially since gay Chinese boys of a certain generation stay in the closet forever.
I didn’t feel so bad. The Lawyer kept calling me by another name, through SMS:
Hi Dr. Petunia Weasley. This is the guy your dentist is setting you up with. Atty Forty.
Uh, who signs themselves off as Attorney? Worse: Petunia.