That optimism was dashed almost immediately. The entire trip into the city (I was living in NYC at the time) from my friends home in the suburbs was spent listening to my blind date recount the faults and failures of every man she had dated, and for that matter, the faults and failings of all men, everywhere. None apparently, were worthy of her companionship, qualities or beauty- of which she would refer to every few minutes, as if on cue- as in, "I don't have to settle, I'm too good to settle. I deserve the very best. I can get any man I want."











What's to say about this harridan from H*ll? Except bravo to the guy who walked out on her.
Did she have to pay the bill?
If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a scene from a comedy. Or maybe a tragedy.
HAHAHAHA!! Ballsy woman....
I have never been on a blind date, however, I am reminded of a friend who went through the blind dating scene years ago. She went through one of those CUPID things....trust me...you go in blind...and after 35 dates, yes 35, she finally met the man she married. He lived 15 minutes from her hometown. Go figure...