Have You Ever Had a Blind Date Nightmare?
Today we’re going to try something a little bit different. In case you missed the memo HERE, NakedWithSocksOn.com isn’t just about me and my perspective. I’d like to believe I’ve built a little online community where we all get to talk/write about different things and share our experiences together. Well, since day one I’ve left the door open for any reader to take the reigns as a guest blogger for the day (at my discretion of course) and finally someone stepped up to the plate. A relatively new blogger by the name of Tiffany (read her blog HERE) submitted a hilarious story about a blind date nightmare called “My Date With Larry Lunchmeat” that she wanted to share with the NWSO fam. I’m sure some of y’all out there can relate. So Tiffany is a guest in my homepage for the day (I deserve a break for once, right?), treat her with the same respect you would me. I’ll speak my piece at the end…
“My Date with Larry Lunchmeat”
Once upon two Saturdays ago, I decided that I would visit one of the many social networking websites in which I am a member. What can I say? I was bored and was looking for a little cerebral stimulation.
Anywhooo, I was checkin' my messages when what to my wondering eyes did appear? Why, it was the IM window telling me that some unsuspecting gentleman wanted a piece of my time right then and there. I noticed his picture and was neither impressed nor revolted. That could be a good thing, right? I mean, one doesn’t have to look like Reggie Bush in order to have decent, stimulating conversation, right? (Although that would be a MAJOR perk). I decided to go for it.
Our conversation started off basic: name, age, blah, blah, blah. You know, typical stuff. Nothing earth shattering. I decided to check out his profile page while we were in the heated throes of IMing. Larry (not his real name) had a few pictures available for a woman's viewing pleasure. Since we lived in the same area, he asked me if I would like to accompany him out for that evening. Uh, don't think so Mr. Eager McBeaver!
After a few more minutes I told him that I would have to bid him adieu. He revealed to me that he would like to continue the convo later on and he gave me his number. A couple of hours later, I decided to give Larry a buzz. We proceeded to dish on various subjects: kids, marriage, so on and so forth. I'm assuming by this time he was feeling a little more daring because he proceeded to ask me out for the night AGAIN. I mean, you got to give it to the guy. He was persistent, if nothing else. I thought "what the H-E-double hockey sticks? I'll give it a shot." What's the worst that could happen? I could end up sliced and diced in a food processor since I'm about to go out with a man I barely know. But hey! There's nothing like a potential crazed serial killer to add a little spice to the weekend! (Editor’s Note: NWSO shakes his head in disbelief).
After pouring over the cinema's mundane selections we finally decided on one. Since I wasn’t crazy about the idea of this guy knowing where I lay my head at night, I decided to meet him outside of his home. As I am finally ready for this impromptu date, I curiously begin to wonder: "Is this guy going to be the same gentleman that I saw in those pics or will it end up being his cousin Jaheim from Philly?" Way to think positive girl! I arrive at Larry's humble abode. My heart is pumping above the legal limit. I ring the doorbell...
(Jaws theme song playing in background)...
I fluff out my hair...
(Music louder now)...
Tapping my foot...
(He opens the door slowly)…
FINALLY!!! THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!
(Collective sigh).
I want to cry. I want to run back to my car. I'm even willing to tell this guy that I have a serious case of the Hershey squirts just to get out of this date. What's the prob you ask? Let's just say that he looks very similar to this fictitious name that I have given him. However, I decided to just go for it since: (a) I kinda wanted to see this movie anyway and wasn’t going to have to pay. (b) Was looking kinda cute with a side helping of scrumptious.
The ride to the theatre was pleasant enough while the sounds of Lil Wayne and Drake provided our background. In the middle of the flick, my date asked if he could hold my hand. C'mon dude, are you serious? I sucked in a serious gust of air and mumbled incoherently. Well, then he wants to lay his head all up on my shoulder! I'm like, "Sorry, Tito, but this isn’t that kind of party." We headed back to the house so that I could get to my car, QUICKLY. By this time, I've had it. I did my charity work for the month. He had the conversational skills of a fichus plant. He was overly critical of my "dark" nail polish. Once the car stops, I almost twisted my ankle trying to get out. I think that his radar picked up on the fact that I was turned off by both his personality AND his looks. He gingerly asked if I was going to come in for a minute or just go home.
Okay, now my stomach is screaming "toilet, please." I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and agreed that I would come in for a minute. Curse me and my gelatin heart!!! After about 15 minutes, I told him that I needed to leave. You'll never guess what came next. Well, maybe you can. He tried to... (fanning my hand in front of my face) KISS ME!!! Needless to say, I declined as politely as possible. I mean, I know he's a man and the whole fragile ego thing. Thankfully, I managed to escape with most of my sanity in tact.
Fin!
NWSO’s two cents.
First of all, Tiffany, I don’t know why in the hell you went out with some random dude off the Internet, you couldn’t have been that bored. Ladies (and gents), I advise you not to go out with strangers—especially ones you’ve known for less than a day. That’s how one of my good friends wound up getting raped. While this story turned out mad funny and I appreciate it, I’m just glad to hear you didn’t actually end up being Larry’s lunchmeat.
Have you ever gone on a blind date? How did you “meet” the person? How’d the first face-to-face encounter turn out? Would you go out with someone you met online after only knowing to them for a few hours? What would you do if you showed up at the person’s crib (or wherever y’all met) and they weren’t attractive to you? Would you still give them a shot or make an excuse to cancel? Would you ever go on a blind date if a friend set it up? Why or why not? Any blind date horror stories you want to share?
Speak your piece…
BONUS: NWSO interview & flicks
Last month, your boy NWSO participated in a panel series called BLCK that was put on my homegirls Jennifer and Anastasia, among others. In addition to the discussion on the experiences of Black men in the professional world and ways we can network there was a nifty photo shoot of yours truly and an accompanying article. You can CLICK HERE to peep both.


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