So about two updates ago, I passingly mentioned a blind date.
Boy oh boy!
So what happened, you are now wondering, uh?
A co-worker of mine asked me for permission to give my phone number to a friend of her boyfriend's.
He called several times but since it's my mother's cell phone, no answer.
Until one Monday night, about two hours before I had to head to work, I had the phone with me and he called and I answered.
Needless to say, we talked for about an hour. I liked him. He liked me.
We made plans to talk again later that week.
So what did I know about this guy?
Well, my co-worker had mentioned that he was 33, worked with her boyfriend, was tall, had long hair and was studying for a chemistry degree.
I told my co-worker about the phone call. Yes, I liked him, something I had to constantly repeat.
So what happened next?
Instead of him calling me on Friday, as we had planned, my co-worker had me come over to her house to meet him.
HOLY COW AND IT'S LITTLE BABY COWS!
Did she say he was 33 or 53? Tall? Well, yeah, tall the way a hunchbacked grizzly bear is tall.
Needless to say, not attractive. I think he was missing some, if not most, of his front teeth. And his hands...gross!
I am a hand girl, which means that's one of the things I automatically notice on guys, and pudgy short fingered hands are so not my thing.
As those who know me well, I was quiet during most of the half hour I was there. It was obvious I didn't find him all that attractive...alright! Not at all attractive.
I dropped my co-worker off at work and told her no thanks. I'd rather stay single.
Obviously, this single girl has a problem.
Either she needs to find someone younger to set her up on blind dates (co-worker is forty something and no longer pays attention to men's looks...my reply to that was, yes I understand, but I do...I've never had a boyfriend!) or when it comes to the male population...
SLIM PICKIN'S!
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