Blind dates= Gilbert Gottfried: Annoying. I went out the other night with a woman sea-donkey (referred by a mutual friend) and the table for 2 at Red Lobster I reserved was the site of a very odd match of conversational tennis. It went something like
Her: “So, I’m into collecting Chinese finger-traps, what do you like to collect?”
Me: Silence
Needless to say, she won the tennis match because I didnt attempt to return any of her serves i.e. answer her questions. Which, sticking with the tennis allegory, makes me feel like Monica Seles because I got stabbed in the back by my friend who set me up for failure..
P.S. The shirt above is what she showed up in; except, her’s had wine stains. Speaking of which, like wine, the Versus blog gets better with time…Cheers!
-J.D.
