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the blind date

last night i had the wonderful (and refreshing) opportunity to have coffee with one of my best guy friends – cw.  while we were sitting in our very cozy coffee house (as the tables were inches away from each other)  we noticed a guy sat down at the table next to us.  in walked a cute girl – probably 5 years younger or so – who introduced herself to said gentleman. cw immediately, in his oh so non-quiet yet trying to be way, said they were on a blind date. i told him i didn’t think so.

the couple then got up to get their coffee & what does cw do? oh, yes, he saves their table for them (unknowingly to them). it was a packed coffee house, but he more so wanted to ease drop on their conversation.  i was cracking up.

as cw & i tried to carry on our conversation we both couldn’t help but hear what each of our new unsuspecting friends likes, dislikes, where they went to college, what classes they enjoyed best, what kind of pets they have  and so on.

at one point of the evening i (being adhd at times) tipped my coffee cup so that it flung milked coffee at them.  i apologized profusely & cw, being the gent, went to get it cleaned up.  i thought at that point how funny blind dates are.

i mean, someone flings milked coffee at you any other day & you would look disgustingly at them & scoff.  on a blind date though? you both look at the offender & say ‘ oh, it’s no problem’ then giggle as if the offender had told you a joke that you laughed so hard the milked coffee came out of you instead of being flung at you.

there’s a sweet innocence about them. 

i was on a plane the other day & the gentleman (more to come on this one)  i sat next to was so very kind (as we all know how much i love small planes and flying in general)  asking me lots of questions.  i felt like it was our first blind date.  it was sweet, genuine, and a touch of innocence that you only get on blind dates.

the moral?  next time you are on a blind date – whether at a coffee shop or park or at the dfw airiport – remember to speak up.  the people next to you would appreciate not having to strain so they fling milked coffee your way.

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