
The Blind Date
‘What a shame it would be to be in the US for a year and not date someone?’ He thought to himself. ‘But I am in a long-term commitment. It wouldn’t be appropriate…..huff….what the heck, it would just be a date.’ He convinced himself.
He reached out to a couple of friends to set him up. One of his friends from central Europe fixed him with her friend from another university. It was a blind date. Well, not technically! They’d met once on Google hangout.
‘Why did you agree to a date?’ He asked.
‘Well I was told that you are smart, funny, and chill’
‘Okay. So you need intelligent self-deprecating humor!’
‘Ha ha. May be.’
It was going great. He even used his go to line. ‘We look like the beauty and the beast. I mean, look at you. You are clearly way out of my league.’ He had always believed that girls love extravagant praises and there is no better way to flatter a girl than to tell her that you feel blessed that she is even talking to you. It works every time. You just have to be a little smart about it though.
Then something weird happened. ‘You are always laughing, but you have very sad eyes. Are you a sad person? She asked. Has someone told you this before?’ In fact, someone had. Someone very dear. He couldn’t be the same person on that date after that statement.