28 September 2012
So went on a blind date, thought to myself great, couldn't be better she looks fantastic. My friend had set it up but only because he made a deal with the girl he wished to see. As I made judgement on this girl as I looked at her I remember all the things I was told about her. Great sense of humour. Bubbly character. Always up for a laugh. Don't get me wrong she wasn't fat. She worked in an office at a warehouse. So I assumed just a great all rounder funny good looking and intelligent. Then she opened her mouth and spoke. It was like a high pitched squeal that cut me like a spoon it was truly painful. I learnt a lot about her on the date so much that a second date was definitely not needed. Fuck me I was amazed she has gotten so far in life, she's currently reading last month OK magazine. Never heard of George Orwell and didn't realise that David Cameron was the prime-minister. The last one was acceptable. I'm doomed to be single and alone but if that was the alternative my right hand bet get used to it.
Blind Date. • Opuss № I