BLIND DATES ARE AWFULL.
This will be my blind date number 4 … Only in this year 2008, and you can see we’re already in August, almost September.
I write in my blog about all my dates.
Thousand of these dates ended before dessert. More than twenty ended at my front door, because the girls were terrible kissers. I dated three of them for several weeks, but none of them would grow up.
It is not the case, I do not like the kisses … But kissing in public, I am old enough to prevent something like this.
The kiss until it was good, but the place is that it was not appropriate.
And number 4 only cared about one thing. And no, it was not sex. It was his pink fiat punto… Bleargh Heragh! mTHR%#@&*!!
You know I have the habit of giving numbers to my meetings … mainly to blind dates.
I’ll reserve the right to not talk about the numbers 8 11 twelve and especially in number seventeen … All of last year.
Sandra sounds perfect. Of course, I do not know if the sound perfect parts that are true or not. Sandra has a good job. She works with a friend doing some kind of computer stuff. I hear that kind of job pays very well. She runs at least eight kilometers every day. Sometimes more. Well, that’s what Sandra’s friend said. She might really mean that She runs to McDonald’s every day to buy a lot of hamburger combos. She does not smoke. Thank goodness, because I hate smokers…
She hardly ever drinks. She likes animals. I hope that does not mean she has 12 Dogs. I Hate Dogs …
I hate combos, McDonald’s, Burger King and every thing of fast food, I prefer to make a good fish, myself, and enjoy the company with a good bottle of wine.
At least one thing I learned from a former girlfriend from Italy , drinking … and know the wines …
Sandra will pick me up at my house on Saturday at 7 00.
She almost never comes late in the meetings, and I am an extremely expensive and disorganized I am always late, in almost everything I do.
Almost everything, but I do not let this across my habit… shall we say? — But, never mind!.
People told me she drives an old snowmobile too.
Apparently, it was the old car of his deceased grandfather; he had this car since the year 1954, the year when I was born.
And it looks like I am prepared to start another blind date horror story.
First, I am not a car repair guy, in fact I hate to put my hand in grease, I really hate that.
I hope not be compelled to do things of which I hate, only to please the new girlfriend.
Its are nothing new. Take, for example, the girl who is expecting her knight in shining armor, only instead gets a frumpy-looking balding surprise.
Indeed besides, I do not like dogs, I am not a specialist in repairing broken cars, especially old cars.
As I said before I prefer a fish and a small bottle of wine, the wine … White Red Green … As far as the good.
Similarly, I hope not pass fright with an old car, only to please new girlfriend.
That’s it.
I love a good wine, as a car mechanic, loves good grease…
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