Blind mime

The lunch date has got to be my favorite because sometimes I can't get away from these guys fast enough. I was set up on another blind date... UGH! Why do I torture myself? Is there a Mr. Right out there or is he already married to my nemesis? Perhaps, he is merely a figment of my imagination of a possibility that I have only painted about.

I have come to the conclusion how 'blind date' has earned the name. How you ask? Because some of them, I would rather gouge my eyes out than go on a date with them let alone be seen with them. Too bad everyone else wasn't blind! A man of short stature and clearly out of my age range. Walks into a bar; okay, this sounds like beginning of a joke, actually, it is the beginning of a date that was a joke. A guy walks into a bar. I see him right away from the imagination in my head that has been added to the description that was given to me. Good thing I didn't have high expectations. Or any expectations.

After the hostess seated us at the table he just smiled at me and said, "So..." I looked at him with a half smile on my face and eyebrows raised, expecting him to say something more than 'so'. After a long pause, I asked him, "So... What?" He didn't say anything more. Okay great, I am on a date with a mime! Picking up the menu and looking at it I hoped to distract myself and pretend I was somewhere more exciting, maybe a mid-term at school, or getting blood drawn, taking out the garbage. Oh, back to the date. "So... what are you going to order?" He asks finally finishing the sentence he began five minutes ago. "I will have the chicken sandwich with french onion soup." I reply in a confident tone. The shy guy remains silent looking at me. Okay, I will go through the formality of asking if it pleases him, "What will you be having?" I ask him. "I'm not sure, I was thinking of the steak sandwich but maybe I will have what you are having." That was his reply. I ask "Why? If you already know what you are having, why would you change it?" "I don't know, it sound s good." He says. "Well, get what ever you want, I am sure everything is good." Everything but this date that is.

Ahh, the waitress finally arrives. She takes my order than his. No surprise he ordered the same as me but, he does change his mind on the sandwich and ordered the steak sandwich. When the soup arrived, he dug through it with his spoon like a tribal warrior. Then he asks me, "What is this." I look up from my fantastic tasting soup that I was enjoying only to be interrupted by a stupid question. Sure, while we waited for the waitress, he didn't have anything to say, now that I am enjoying the best crock of french onion soup on the face of the planet, now he talks. Great! "It is the soup you ordered." I replied. He tried it and what do ya know, he likes it. 'Mikey likes it.' that's Life (cereal). Okay, if you were born in the 1980's you didn't get that.

Wow, can you believe the 80's style is coming back, again!? Last week I actually saw stirrup pants in the department stores. Heaven help us all. Please oh Lord of Heaven and fashion, do not allow the mile high, hair spray, cliff hanging bangs to come back. Remember, when you could judge a girl by the height of her bangs? The taller the bangs, the bigger the bitch she was. Maybe all the hairspray got heavy carrying all that around. ha ha

Really not much to mention about the date since we didn't talk much. He did however say his sandwich was good. Guess I won't be calling him. What would be the point unless I was calling to talk to myself. I talk to myself enough as it is.