When I was a Kid

I don't know what it is about me that screams, "QUICK SET ME UP ON A FREAKING BLIND DATE!" I like to think it is because I am just really really ridiculously good looking, but whatever.

I really should learn to adhere to the little red lights that go off in my head saying things like this:

First Stop Sign:

My Manager was setting us up

 and it was her husband's friend

                   Second Stop Sign:

                             He's only EIGHT years older than me, no big deal

Third Stop Sign:

She told me, "He's kind of a bigger guy, not fat, just muscley... and he's got a gut.

Now I don't want you to think that I am judgemental. I just usually go for skinny, little guys. Really skinny.

Fourth Stop Sign:

I was doubling with my Manager and her husband and their adorable little boy.

Nevertheless, I agreed. I just can't say no to a date! Feel free to call me desperate, but I like to call it fun. I think dates are really really fun. So, he gave me a ring on the phone and we had made a plan.

Saturday night.

Seven.

Texas Roadhouse.

 So it began.

I think there is a reason they call them "blind dates" and it's because sometimes it is better when you are blind. I don't consider myself shallow, but sometimes I am just not attracted to people. I only saw him in the light for about two seconds when he picked me up and I knew immediately that we would just remain friends. As we drove the twenty or so minutes that it takes to get to the restaurant we had endless conversation with seldom awkward pauses and lots of laughs. When we got to dinner the overhead light was broken thus making our table dimmer than it already was.

Allow me to take a brief moment to

 throw in a plug for Texas Roadhouse.

It is delicious.

I'm not a huge meat lover and I loved it.

The rolls are made my angels.

The end.

As you can see, dinner was delectable. Afterwards we headed back to my Manager's house to play games but ended up talking in the car for a half hour while we waited for them. It was fine, no big deal. When we got inside the house, though, I saw him for the first time. I repeat, maybe it is better for a blind date to remain blind.

Long story short, it was a fun learning experience.

Join me next month for another story from

THE AWKWARD DATING STORIES OF CAMI

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Cami Peterson

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