Blindside

For some reason after reading a few of my earlier post, some of my readers got the crazy idea that I might be lonely and looking for a “boo.” I am still not quite sure what I may have written that would have given so many of you that impression (eye roll). Nevertheless, I am somewhat grateful that this miscommunication took place. As a result of this unintentional subliminal message (that I am the Dorothy Zbornak of my social circle), I have been set up on not one, not two but 3 blind dates. All of which I went out on this past week.

The problem of being single, over 30 and admittedly open to being “fixed up” is that married people, straight and same-sex-loving alike, have what I call a “Mikey Syndrome.” They feel like as long as you are single above a certain age, any single “Joe the Plummer” will do; as if the longer you are single the duller your five senses become (i.e. give it to Mikey, he’ll eat/date anyone). SOOOOO NOT TRUE.

It’s kinda like when you are the only Black guy or girl in your office and all your married White and Asian “office BFFs” want to hook you up with the only other Black in their husband’s or wife’s office. For weeks they pump you up. You are apprehensive at first, but eventually their excitement and enthusiasm finally penetrate your iron clad exterior and you start to think to yourself, “maybe this is my happy ending, it happens to white women, why not me.” Like a true fool, you decide, against ALL BETTER JUDGMENT, to go on the date. Needless to say... Big Mistake. You quickly realize, before the first needed drink is served, that the only thing you and “Joe the other Black Plummer” have in common is that you are both over 30 and the only single Blacks in your respective offices. Let the drinking commence.

I use this common dating experience to give you some type of mental image of what I experienced on my 1st blog blind date. In that the person who hooked me up may be reading this, I will be nice and brief and spare you the intimate details. What I will share with you is the lesson I learned from the date, because isn’t that what life is all about, learning lessons.....What I learned is that, “In order for a blind date to be successful, one or both parties at a minimum needs to actually be blind.”

Even though this particular date wasn’t a success, anyone who knows me knows that I am a firm believer that “Dating is a Numbers Game” the more you date the more likely you are to find what you are looking for. Better luck next time.