He Picked Up The Wrong Woman
Dating stories: The ill-fated "blind" date.
So there I was, waiting in the lobby of Goodwood Barbeque at precisely the agreed upon meeting time. I am nothing but punctual, except for when I’m not. Like today when I was 9 minutes late to my pickleball date, and volunteered to be on the sunny side of the court as penance.
Back to the date so many years ago: I was there to meet my sort of blind date for dinner on my way home from work. No, he was not actually blind or visually impaired, but he also wasn’t exactly a “blind date” and this is part of why it was fated from the beginning.
You see, I had met this guy at a house party months earlier but he didn’t remember that. Perhaps I’m forgettable, but in this case I think it said more about his general with-it-ness. His sister, a friend of mine, really wanted to set us up, and I said yes.
