Have you ever gone out on a "blind date". When they showed up were you happily surprised or did you want to hide?

Have you ever gone out on a "blind date". When they showed up were you happily surprised or did you want to hide? Asked by LouLou 43 months ago Similar questions: blind date showed happily surprised hide Lifestyle.

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Oh heavens, my attempts with dating agencies ... After my marriage broke down, I tried a couple of dating agencies; I started with one that had a long-established name (this was before there were so many of them. And before they were so specifically targeted) and found myself given a glass of very dusty sherry by a lady whose best days had been when while she scrutinised my appearance from top to toe - not fearing to be critical - and then, much to my amazement, said something about 'a very nice barrister who you might get along with ... except that you're taller than he is,' which knocked me over because in my naivety I'd expected to be assessed on my personality rather than my height. So I stumbled out of that one and signed up with another ..... who introduced me to someone who is now a minor journalist with the BBC.

He took me to dinner at the Reform Club (a place I'd always wanted to visit, as it features in so many books about London) and proceeded to tell me, without finding out anything about me, the conditions he would impose upon a marriage; complete sexual freedom for him, total fidelity from me. He described these conditions while eating a lamb cutlet in the manner of badger with a grudge. I refused pudding, and asked to be taken to the train station, where - pretty much in the full lighting - he tried to grope me, maintaining that I owed him for the dinner.

When I hear him talking on the radio nowadays, I can't help wondering whether he ever found anyone who met his conditions. I'll pay tribute to a lovely man, a solicitor newly divorced, who made it clear right from the start that it was far too early for him to settle down again, gave me a very good dinner and excellent conversation, and as we parted - with me wishing him well for the next lady he entertained - he told me that I was beautiful. I can't remember his name, but he stands out in a string of disasters, and I hope he settled well.

I gave it a rest for a while then, having become occupied with a man who meant the world to me for many years; except that there were times when I thought that I should try to free myself, and so - this was in New Zealand - I joined an outfit called Table for Six. It does what it says on the tin; gets together three men and three women, supposedly likely to match, and arranges for them all to have dinner together. I did make one good friend there, and - not surprisingly - found the women much more interesting than the men.

I could never really get used to New Zealand informality - the collar and tie is definitely optional - and got used to muttering under my breath 'No, don't get up,' when shaking a man's hand while he sat at the table. I gave up Table for Six partly because contrite, and also because of a totally disastrous evening at an ethnic restaurant - the kind where normally you'd order a number of dishes and share them amongst yourselves, but this time each person stuck to their own dish - and every one of them had no ability to make conversation. Part-way through and tired of doing all the extraverting for six people, I decided that I was damned if I was going to share the bottle of wine I'd brought with me (nobody else had brought or ordered any) and drank the bleedin' thing myself while everyone plodded onwards in silence.

I had another go, back in the UK (temperature with mself having cooled again) and was subjected to another of those interviews that concentrated on wealth and appearance and on nothing that I thought made me interesting. The agency was run by a couple of elderly aristos - obviously doing it to keep themselved occupied in their twilight years - and as I got up to go, having established that we couldn't do anything for each other, I knocked over a potted plant in what was probably a very precious vase and then left a trail of composted footprints in their very expensive carpet ... so that's another failure. The last attempt was through an internet agency.

We met for drinks at a local hostelry; I saw him arrive in his Fiat Uno as I was getting out of my Audi 200. He wore a flat cap and an anorak - although that could be forgiven, it was winter and cold and he did take them off; but as we sat down (me withthe one glass of wine I allow myself when driving, he with an orange juice) I could tell that he was one of those people who seems to suck all the oxygen out of the room. That woman - Deborah Tannen, isn't it?

- who said that in male/female conversations it's usually the male who introduces new topics ... well, we wouldn't half have skewed her research for her. I tried A .. I tried B .. I tried C .. like a slowed-down version of a crashing fighter pilot in The Right Stuff. Come half-past nine, I couldn't do it any more; I got into the car and drove home at twice the speed limit, hurled two racks of spare ribs into the microwave, and tore meat off bones.

Aaaaaggh! What I need is six months on a battleship.

I went on a blind date twice.. Not like the first time wasn't a good enough disaster.. I tried it again! Blind date #1.. (We were set up by a mutual friend). He showed up at the door, with a black jacket, yellow shirt, plaid shorts and dirty sneakers.

He was carrying a rose and he handed it to me at the door. I thought geez, Where is he going to take me..? Yes, I wanted to hide...he looked very funny. We walked toward his rusty old car, and he held the door open...I got into the car.

I put my seatbelt on, and he drove off.. it started off nice. But, he kept repeating himself and giving himself compliments. I was getting annoyed.So, I changed the subject and onto better topics... We talked about work, fishing, baseball and some stories from the past.

He kept talking about his ex girlfriend the entire time, so I finally suggested that he stop talking about her, and he did. I could see that he wanted to bring her name up again.. but he held back. We went out to eat, and to a very nice restaurant.

He ordered appetizers, and the entrees, and wine. While we were eating, I noticed that he kept smacking his food, his elbows were on the table, and his shirt was covered in sauce. He was very sloppy, and he was rude to the waitress.. I wanted to pack up and leave at one point.. but, I didn't drive.

Then he started making sexual jokes out loud and belching, but he at one point started flirting with the waitress, of course she was only after a good tip, so she flirted right back. I had to reprimand him for his behavior, and I asked to leave. Then the bill came.. he reached around to get his wallet, and he claimed his wallet was missing.. our bill was a lot of money, and I had nothing on me to cover it.

I had to call my father to come.. he was awfully disgusted, but he paid the bill and left a good tip, and drove me home. I wasn't too talkative, but I did learn one thing.. if I ever went out with a loser like that again, my father was going to blow his top. Needless to say, when this guy called the next day.. I kindly reminded him that I was not going on another date!

ANOTHER BLIND DATE DISASTER>>>>>>>>> Blind date #2.. (exactly, six months later) (My best friend, Lynn set me up with a co-worker) The date arrived at my house in a very sporty car, and he was dressed up, but was wearing loafers and jeans. I said, "Here we go again." I was happily surprised..... He was so good looking.

I introduced myself, he held out his hand and I went to shake his, and he kissed my hand. We walked to the car, and I could sense he was a real flirt. On the way to the movies, he stopped at the package store to get a bottle of wine.

I didn't know what he went in for. I was advised after he came out. He drove down to the rocks, and he opened the bottle and made a toast to us.

He had a wonderful speech about finding me, and never letting me go. I was happy, because he was the type of guy that did things spontaneously, and it seemed fine at the moment. I was amazed how fast he drove, and how the car took to the road.

I was a little worried, and I did close my eyes at one point. We finally got to the movie theater, we went inside and ordered popcorn and went to sit down, he went all the way up front. I never sat up front before, and it was strange to be so close.

He was behaving nicely for someone who drank a whole bottle of wine. We cuddled and fed eachother popcorn. After the movie was over, I went to get up... and I practically fell down, the wine hit me hard.

I knew that if I went home. , my parents would have been upset, and they would have been lecturing me so, I stayed out. I asked him if he wanted to go to the falls.. located at "Devils Hopyard.

" I begged him to let me drive the car, and his deal was that I had to kiss him.. I made the deal. We got to the park, and I sat down.. the water was flowing, and it was beautiful.It was a little chilly, so he held me close. I gave him "THE KISS," and he went to kiss me, and my braces caught his lip and it tore his upper lip.

The blood was everywhere. I instantly thought maybe he had a stash of napkins or clothing inside the car. I went into the car to look for napkins or clothing, and he hopped into the driver's seat.

He put the music on. I apologized and he kissed me again. Oh my.. I felt bad, the blood was dripping at this point.

He cuffed his lip with his hands and I was leaning under the seat, looking for something and panicking. Next thing, I know I looked up, and flashing lights were behind us, and it was definately a cruiser. The police officer came over to the driver's side window, and he saw the blood and he instantly saw it on his hands, so he ordered the kid, out of the car with his hands up.

He asked me for an I.D.And I handed it to him. He asked what we were doing there, and I said, "We came here to talk, and he kissed me, and my braces got caught on his lip. " The officer asked if the guy had been drinking and he said, "No, officer" and I said, "Yes sir, we both had some wine.

" He wasn't buying the guy's story, so he made the kid walk a straight line, and then he made him touch his nose and he failed the DUI test. The officer arrested him in front of me. He looked back, as he was getting into the back of the police car, and said, "I had fun.. hope you did.

" The officer called my parents to come get me.. and guess who showed up? My good ol' dad came to the rescue again.. this time he was very upset and the lectures didn't end. He was so upset, that he raced home, and he didn't look over at me.

This guy was a college graduate, with a good job.My father just didn't know it. I got home and the next morning I went to the police station to get him out, and he was gone. I tried to contact him through my friend, but he was so mad at me.. he wouldn't give me a chance to explain.It was over, and I didn't know anything about him.. just his name.

I never asked where he lived, and I didn't get his phone number, I had to relay all messages to Lynn and then she would transfer them to me.. he finally asked her to stop bothering him. I truly felt bad.... Eight years went by, and I pulled into a Mobil Gas Station, and I entered the store in my police uniform, and a man at the counter was buying two lottery tickets in front of me, when he turned around it was him, facing right in my direction. I went speechless and my body went numb, as he looked me right in the eye, and he didn't even notice who I was.

I followed the guy outside, and I said, "John, Do you recognize me? " He didn't have a clue, but he did say, "Are you going to arrest me..?" I made a joke with him.. my famous line.. "No, I do not mix work with pleasure." and I quickly said, "If you win the lottery, Can I stand next to you.. when they take your photo? " We both laughed and I explained who I was.. I said, "I am the girl who tore your lip.

" He knew my name after eight years. I was shocked! He explained that he was mad that I didn't go bail him out that night, and I explained that the wine had hit me, and my father was very upset.

I just went to bed, and I went to get him in the morning and he had already been released. And his license was suspended, because it was a weekend,and he couldn't get to a bank, so he was broke and stranded. They kept him in lock-up, about ten minutes before I arrived at the police station, he was freed.

He explained that he was left without a car, money, nobody to bail him out or to give him a ride. S family lived out of state, and he didn't have anyone to get him out, so he had to sit in jail until the morning and then he walked all the way home. I remembered that night for many years, and he did also.

This was very awkward for the two of us.. he announced that he had just proposed to his girlfriend, after I explained that I was currently single after a terrible divorce, and I announced that I had two sons. He gave me a hug and we wished eachother good luck! I left that parking lot feeling a little better, knowing that I finally got closure.

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Way back in Ohio in 1994... I went on one and thought about keeping on driving by when I saw the person who was waiting (I wasn't that impressed by the way she looked). But, hey, I'm hardly the sexiest thing on legs myself, so I stopped and we had dinner. She had a really great sense of humour, so we ended up dating for a few weeks.It didn't turn into anything serious though and shortly after that I ended up dating the woman that I'm now lucky enough to call my wife.

The reason it was a blind date was because I'd decided to try the "romance wanted" ads at the back of the local free newspaper. I left her a message and started it with a couple of lines from the song "Hard to handle" (which seemed suitable given her ad). It must have done the trick because she called me back and we met up for our blind date - despite my horrible singing voice (although maybe the Scottish accent helped).

Funny story, but completely true... My first date with the woman I eventually married was a blind date, and it went horribly wrong. I was rather shy, so I hid that fact by acting all arrogant. At the end of the night, she thought I was a complete ass.

I drove her home, and then I spent several hours at her house talking to her mom. Her mom liked me, and when I called back for a second date, her mom convinced her to give me one more try. She did reluctantly, and on the second date, I was more genuine in my attitude, and we hit it off.

We sat up all night talking and when I took her back home (very, very late and she was in trouble for being out until four in the morning) we set up a third date. Needless to say, we dated for six more years, and when I asked her to marry me, she said "Yes. " Of course, I had to ask her to marry me three times, because she said "No" the first two times.

Good thing I am persistent. :-) We have been married for over 19 years and I couldn't be happier. We have been a through a lot of stuff together, including the death of her mother, and we only grow closer with each passing year.

I think the fact that we never wanted (or had) children might have something to do with it. There was no one to come between us. Sources: my life evelyns_cockroach's Recommendations Tied in Knots: Funny Stories from the Wedding Day Amazon List Price: $14.95 Used from: $0.94 Average Customer Rating: 4.5 out of 5 (based on 2 reviews) .

Just one time I sure did. That's how I met my husband. I'd seen a picture of him.No disappointments there!

Woof! I was 17 & he was 22.My best friend was dating his best friend. They brought him to meet me.

When he found out that I was 17 & played the organ for church, he told them to let him out of the car, LOL. But all went well that night & we've been together ever since. Sources: life experience .

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