From: smith@wesson.Eng.Sun.COM (Nina S. Smith - SunSoft Product Marketing)
Newsgroups: soc.singles
Subject: Re: Blind dates scare me!
Date: 14 Sep 1992 02:11:45 GMT
Organization: Sun Microsystems
Distribution: world
Reply-To: smith@wesson.Eng.Sun.COM
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In article 3611@wvnvms.wvnet.edu, un030025@wvnvms.wvnet.edu () writes:
>
>	I got a point that I must make on this blind dating thing. I think that
>it sucks! Every girl that I have ever met on a blind date has been psycho. Why
>do we do this? If anyone know, let me know.
>	The last one that I went on this summer was the worst. A girl named
>Becky pulled a knife on me. That really can spoil an evening. I was just
>driving along when I felt a knife on my arm. Scared the s#$t out of me! Also
>she brought M-80's, potatos, a smaller knife, and a cammera.
>	What ever happened to the good old American girl? If there are any that
>are reading this, let me know. I just want to talk to someone I don't know who
>is NORMAL!
>	See ya later.
>
>-*>bye<*-


Hmm . . . beats my blind date from hell! Or should I say stabs??? :)

We met for coffee and decided to go on to dinner.  He says he'll 
drive.  I get in his Beamer (no less!) which reeks of something 
quite unpleasant :*(  We get to the first restaurant -- it's 
closing; we walk to the next  -- it had burned to the ground!!  
(Prior to this, he pulls out a black satchel from his car.  I 
kiddlingly asked him if it contained his worldly possessions -- 
"Just about!" he says.)  The third restaurant has gone out of 
business.  Lovely!  It's nearly 10:00 p.m., I'm freezing, starving, 
my date's lugging a black bag containing God-knows-what and doing 
impersonations of the Church Lady, George Bush, Big Rick Stewart 
and Steve Masters all rolled into one!!!

Well, we finally find a restaurant that's open.  I ordered an OJ and 
he, a Johnnie Walker Black Label on the rocks.  By the time we ordered 
dinner, he'd almost drained his drink.  The waitress walks away, he 
makes a half-assed effort to stop her, looks around, pulls out a bottle 
of JWBL from the black bag and proceeds to top off his drink.  I was 
stupefied to say the least!   Anyway, the waitress comes back with a 
basket of bread and a bowl filled with foil-wrapped butter squares . . . 
or are they rectangular?  She walks away, he looks around again, and tops 
off his drink.  

Dinner comes -- pasta served with a side-dish of fresh parmesan cheese.  I 
wolf mine down -- not only because I was starving but I desperately wanted 
the date to end.  Unfortunately, Jonathan takes his time with his.  What 
seemed like eons later, he finally swallows the last morsel on his plate, 
then looks around again.  And I thought to myself "No . . . no!!!  He can't 
possibly want another drink!"  I lucked out . . . he's eyeing the basket 
still full of bread; "Mmmmm . . . breakfast!" he says, at the same time 
wrapping the bread with the napkin the basket was lined with, unzips the 
notorious black bag and sticks the bread in!!!  His eyes glazing, he pulls 
the bowl of butter towards him, "Can't have bread without butter!" and pours 
the foil-wrapped little buggers into the bag.  Me?  I was squirming lower 
and lower down my seat praying the ground would open up and swallow him or 
even me!  I managed to squeak out a pathetic "I'm really tired . . . can we 
go now?", "Yeah, let's go." he says, putting on his huge over-sized Great 
Coat with the oh-so-deep pockets.  "Oh wait!  I'm sure I'll find a use for
this.", picking up the bowl of Parmesan Cheese and sticking it in his pocket.

That was about about 11 months ago.  I had another blind date a few weeks ago.
Nice guy!  We made plans to go to dinner and then to a play in Berkeley.  We 
find a parking spot, he opens the back door of his car and pulls out . . . 
yep! *a black satchel*!!!  ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

-- Nina