Has anyone ever started a contest to get you a date?
I didn’t think so. Obviously, I was desperate. This point really hit home after my friends started measuring every guy they knew to find one who was taller than me. There weren’t all that many of them.
Then I came to my senses. I was in graduate school. I didn’t have time for men, let alone the kind that went on blind dates. I told my friends to quit scheming and leave me alone. Fortunately, my protests only made my roommate Melony more determined to set me up.
The next day she came home and announced that she’d gotten me a date for that night with a guy from her work. She said he’d written me a note, but she wouldn’t let me see it until I promised to call him. The note said, “Becky, Let’s get together and play a little spin-the-bottle. Eric.” Frankly, he sounded weird.
“There’s one more thing,” Melony said. “He has a moustache.”
This was the nineties, and I was not into facial hair. Still, I had promised to call him. What could it hurt?
I called. He wasn’t there. I left a message and thought that would be the end of the story.
What I didn’t know at the time was that Eric had already gone on way too many blind dates—all bad ones. He thought if he came across as a bit of a creeper—the type who wrote notes about playing spin-the-bottle—he could get out of yet another bad date. When I returned his call, he took his game plan to the next level. He called me back, asking if I wanted to go grocery shopping.
“I already went this morning,” I said, deciding he probably was as weird as I suspected.
He asked me if I wanted to play basketball. That was better.
“Sounds fun,” I said. We agreed to go out that evening.
I lived in a small apartment at the time, but I still tended to misplace things. When he arrived, I was in a frenzy, looking for a pair of matching socks. He found it particularly amusing, especially since I didn’t look half as hideous as he’d feared.
After I found my socks and he found out I was an English major, he took me to a bookstore—a big one. As we walked in between the shelves, pointing out our favorite reads, I realized Eric was weird in a good way. He was weird like me. We went out to eat, watched a movie, read short stories out loud, made milkshakes, and went grocery shopping. I think it might have been the longest blind date in history.
After a few more dates, Eric shaved off his moustache. Phew. We kept up our penchant for extra long dates until we got married and had kids. Now we have shorter dates, but we still go to bookstores. And I still have trouble finding matching pairs of socks.
The bad thing about having a successful blind date is that it makes me want to set other people up on blind dates. Sad to say, I’m a bit of an Emma Woodhouse when it comes to matchmaking. I don’t have the talent for it at all. Either that or the people I set up just happen to avoid me for months afterwards.
Have you had a memorable blind date? I’d love to hear about it.