Dating Blind
July 2nd, 2009I don’t believe in blind dates… never have, never will. Not that I blame you for trying… you could turn down all inquiries from friends, reject all offers and sit home alone every night like I do. How does that look to ya?
I use my unwillingness to get off my ass and meet women any way possible as some sort of shield of armor. Look at me. See how sure of myself I am? See how I bask so joyously in my solitude? Deep down I know I am fooling NO ONE, but it’s still the most comfortable skin I know right now. Deep down, I also know I don’t want it to be like this for the rest of my life.
I know you and I love you, but I don’t know what it’s like to actually be you. Therefore, I don’t know what it might be like to see a face fall at the sight of you, especially because you and I both know you’re a damn good looking woman. Now that you mention it though, I did go on a dinner date with a woman much younger than me last week and I saw her face fall as well. It happened as soon as I started talking about my children and how dominant a part of my life they were.
Change, you can’t, nor should you… no matter how many unimportant faces fall once the front door opens.
The other night I was out for a beer with a friend and I ran into a married couple I’ve known since I was married. The wife tells me she knows I don’t do blind dates, but that I should trust her on this because the woman she has in mind is everything a real man wants in a woman. I bend, but I don’t break. With hidden regret, I take a pass once more.
Maybe next time.
