As the TSG (token single girl), I am well acquainted with blind-dates….more so than I care to be:)  I still clearly remember the evening that it all began.  Of course this was long before I gained TSG status and I had no way of knowing how prophetic that night would be in my life.

It was early high school…freshman or sophomore…I can’t remember…and again BFF was involved.  She had been dating this one guy for a while.  He was nice and he could drive.  Well it just so happened that he had a friend that was coming into town from…somewhere else…I don’t remember where.  They casually mentioned that it would be fun for us to all double date that night and I agreed without giving the matter much thought.  I mean how bad could it be right?  Right.

That night BFF, her BF and Blind Date picked me up at my house.  We went through the introductions and then went merrily on our way to the movies.  Things were going well.  He seemed nice enough and he was pretty cute…so far, so good.  We all settled into our seats in the theatre and the movie began.  I was sitting in-between BFF and the Blind Date.  Then it started.  About 30 minutes into the movie Blind Date decides he wants to chat it up.  Now, I realize that not everyone knows this about me, but I HATE it when people talk during a movie.  What about that situation makes you think it’s a good time to strike up a convo?  So Blind Date is blabbing away and I’m just smiling and nodding praying that he would shut-up before I was forced to punch him in the face and make him shut-up.

Then the conversation took a turn.  Blind Date starts talking about how pretty he thinks I am, how nice I am and so on and so forth.  All the time I’m just thinking "Would you please stop talking so I can watch the dad-blame movie?!"  Then Blind Date leans over so that his mouth is almost touching my ear.

"Can I kiss you?"  He whispers.

"What?!"  I reply in utter shock.

"Can I kiss you?"  He asks again.

"No."  I say never once turning away from the movie.

"But I love you!"  He pleads. 

"You don’t even know me!"

"That doesn’t matter…I love you!"

"Well I don’t love you!"

If I had known how fast that would shut him up I would’ve said it a long time ago.  Needless to say, things didn’t work out between us.  

Looking back I kinda feel bad for the guy.  I guess someone somewhere along the line told the poor fool that telling a girl you love her is a sure fire way to get her to do what you want her to do.  Bless his little hormonal teenage boy heart.  He just didn’t know any better.