Blind Date Scoop

Okay, sorry to the people who feel like I'm withholding vast amounts of information from them on the blind date front. The short version is that I had a really nice time--it was one of the better dates I've been on and definitely the best blind date.

Of course, to give that some perspective, let me tell you what my blind dates are usually like. This one time a girl who shall remain nameless (except that her name is *tanclax) set me up with a friend of hers after raving all about how great he is.

First off, she lied to each of us to make the age difference seem smaller. I was 21, he was 28 or something.

He picked me up and said he was feeling like soup because he was getting over a cold. I said that sounded fine.

Him: "I was thinking Souper Salad, because I have a friend who might be working there and could get us a discount."

Me: Blink. "Ooooo-kay."

Please let me explain. Souper Salad is ghetto. It's where you go to get all-you-can-eat soup and salad for $2.95. The decor was horrible, with light pink and light green as the main colors. It's where Brian David Mitchell used to eat. That's the kind of classy place we're talking about.

He circled the parking lot twice, looking for his friend's car. When he couldn't find it he sighed this deep frustrated sigh and said, "Well, I guess we might as well go in." Please don't ask me where he thought we were going to get cheaper food, unless we went dumpster diving.

We went inside and as soon as we sat down his friend appeared. She pulled up a chair at the table and the two of them proceeded to talk to each other for the next 45 minutes. She did most of the talking--specifically about how much she hates Utah and how she really really needs to have some sex. I ate my soup and wondered why her manager didn't come over and fire her.

Then he took me home, said he would call, and never did.

I really wish now that I'd just gotten up and called a friend to come get me. And that I'd told him exactly what a lousy date he was. But this was back when I was nice. And 21.

So when I said that I'd been on the best blind date ever, that doesn't mean I've eloped to Vegas. But it was really nice. The setter-uppers were friends of my Mom. We went up to Temple Square to see the lights and then walked over to the Gateway Mall for Mexican food. Temple Square pleased me by including the bubble lights in the reflecting pool, which I appreciate. Some years they've skimped on that. The nicest thing was that we just ended up having lots of things in common and plenty to talk about--movies, books, plays, music, traveling, all sorts of things. And I never once had to feign interest in competitive sports. He was nice, funny, polite, and wore a very attractive sweater. At the end of the evening he said he'd had a great time and would love to go out again. I said the same.

That is all.

note: not my picture, but you can get the idea of the bubble lights.