Love Is Blind

"Now I know why they call it a blind date... after I saw her, I wished I was blind!"

That sounds like something Rodney Dangerfield would say. It also ties in nicely with the mini-post that I want to make, in as general terms as possible, about the world of blind dating.

Many a blind date have I been on; the real estate agent, the computer technician, the frat boy (God help me), the one who wouldn't actually tell me what he did for a living (Columbian drug lord?) I approach each one with equal parts dread and anticipation, which are really two sides of the same coin. I know that, at worst, I'll have a funny if embarrassing story to tell and at best I'll meet the love of my life.

The latter has yet to happen.

I have my little stock of "deal-breakers", many of which are superficial and some of which are downright insane. The following will result in a "oh, sorry, I don't actually have a phone... give me your number and I'll call you!"

-tribal armband tattoos
-first names beginning with the letter J
-windbreakers

If there's anyone out there who actually reads this other than Liz and I, I'd love to hear YOUR deal-breakers. If there's not, well, I hope you don't have a bad tattoo hidden under that windbreaker.