Blind Pool Date
MVWD happened during my fresher’s week of uni, and surprise, surprise, it was a blind date. Do they ever go well? D, a girl who lived opposite me, had a fiancée that had obviously taken a shine to me. In order to get me away from her fella (who I had no interest in at all), she organised a double date for me to meet a friend of theirs. I was living the free single uni life and thought “well why not?”
T had no teeth and had the appearance of a thug. He was also the strong silent type. We went out for pizza and the three of us chatted away while T (who knew the others better than I did – as Id only known them for 3 days) said nothing. At the end of the meal, I got my purse out and his first words to me were “I’ll get it.” Very kind of him, but I had assumed by then that he wasn’t interested and was no longer a date.
As a group we decided to move on to a pub, and T drove. He was a boy racer and drove the kind of way that would have given my driving instructor a heart attack. We played pool in the pub and again T went mute. D kept trying to push us into corners together, but it was fairly obvious to me that the date was over. As I left, T came running out of the pub and his second sentence to me was “so should we do this again sometime?”
Needless to say it was the oddest “date” I have ever been on and it wasn’t repeated. D’s second attempt to stop her fiancée from speaking to me was to ignore me. A shame, but no skin off my nose, as by then I had made plenty of friends.
