Blind dates

It has been a while since I have been into a date, my friend Bianca introduced me to this app they find you a date. But no pictures, you formulate the picture of your date using the information provided. Then you can arrange a date – blind date. Bianca as usual dared me to go to at least 5 dates after bidding myself down from the thousand dates she wanted me to go to. Apparently, I am lonely hence the need of her finding me a date. To be honest I enjoy my own space and being by myself. Although I must admit I am a bit picky or maybe too picky, to my defense I like my things in a particular way if that makes me picky then whatever. I have not been lucky when it comes to love, I guess I am a hopeless romantic. Oh, by the way I am Yolanda, and this is me sharing the stories of my dates.

I have chosen my first date; he seems like a cool guy. He is a sapiosexual, hence I got attracted to his profile – I also go for the brains. I am getting ready to go out – Bianca calling me non-stop asking a lot of questions. Calm done Bianca I will tell you all about it when I come back from the date.

Steve is his name, and he chose our first date to be in a restaurant – great choice. I think he is trying to win me over already. The view is magnificent, the vibe top notch. I am impressed. I was way early to have a feel of the place or maybe leave before hand incase I did not like the place or him. A very attractive young-looking man with great height just walked in, asked from the hostess at the entrance “Reservation for two, Steve and Yolanda. Yes, thank you.” Oh my God, he was so polite. The date went so well, I liked his way of thinking. I wanted to lick his brain, yes right there in the middle of the restaurant. But the was something missing – the spark! No chemistry what’s so ever. I liked him still. The date ended on a top note.

Bianca was already waiting for my call when I called her, the phone did not even ring it when straight to “How was it? Was he hot? Did you like him?” As I told her all the details, she was judging me on some “You don’t know what you want. You liked him but you did not like him. Which one is this?” Okay Bianca, bye.

The second date was with a guy called Justin, this time around I chose something I did not particular like. The guy was an outdoor person and I prefer the indoors. For the date, he decided for us to go to the park – outdoor picnic. I put so much sunscreen and it was not even that hot, but I hated the idea of me being baked by the sun. Could he not just do something less out. He was waiting for me already; the guy was sweaty as if he were jogging. He blamed the nerves – fair enough. He was a cool guy, very attractive but, yes, the is a BUT his hair I did not like it and he was an untied person – no organization at all. He would drive me crazy and my OCD would be the death of me.

Yes, Bianca had to know, and this was worse than the first date. But I had a great time, considering that it was something I would not do. I am enjoying this blind date thingy and it is quit strange I mean I was against it.

Robert asked me out for a movie, yep it was that casual. It was a horrible idea. A movie is never a good idea for a date. To make matters worse, the movie he chose was a NO NO NO! I did not like it and I did not even enjoy the date. After the movie I went straight home. These dates are becoming worse and worse. At least Bianca agreed with me on this one. It was indeed that horrible.

Fourth date, I am excited. I just loved the idea of not knowing the individual – it was stimulating my mind, trying to think and figure out. I am an engineer I solve problems for a living and these blind dates had that factor in it. Sam, yes, that is his name, and he is romantic. We went to a wine tasting, perfect idea. We bonded a lot. He was gentlemen, he treated me like a lady, no cross that off he treated ne like a QUEEN. I never believed the wine stories ladies usual say, about making you a bit hot and … Yes, I was fancying him, and I wanted him in me. Yes, deep in me. I took him to my place, I am so ashamed to even continue telling the story – I am a whore, okay that is harsh, but you get me. I slept with him. It was a good thing before I even fell for him. He was not good at all. The bed department was not his.

The last and final date. Joe, J-something as they called him. He had a nerve that one. He invited me to a party. Yes, a house party. He was funny and the party was fun, with your friends not your date. He made me laugh the poor guy. I needed to unwind after those dates. I had fun I must admit, I even forgot I was on a date; I might keep his number for parties.

And yes, I am still single. I tried the process and it failed me. Let me watch Netflix and chill by myself and I have ice cream in the refrigerator.

THE END.