Blind dates

A friend of mine had a blind date last night and told me that he was alright but she had a lot more fun with the other couple (whom she didn't know beforehand either). This brings me to today's subject.
I can only think of one blind date in the circle of people I know that has worked out, my parents. And their blind date wasn't even a normal one. My dad was a plebe (freshman) at the Naval Academy when his commanding officer called him up. The officer, R.B. Hall told my dad to be the escort of his girlfriend's little sister during June week. For those of you who don't know, June week is the week of the Army/Navy football game, the whole week is filled with parties, dances, and of course, the big game. R.B. gave my dad a picture of this junior in high school, told him to write her and invite her to be his date*.

So, dad was literally commanded to take mom out. She then invited herself to be his date the next year's June Week. The year after that, his roommate asked her because he liked her. Then, dad's fourth year, dad asked her to June Week because he didn't want his roommate to have her. Then he graduated.

I won't give you the whole story, but I will tell you that mom proposed to dad three times before he finally gave her an answer, and that was only after he'd gone out to sea for 9 months and she flew to Seattle from St. Louis to meet his family on her own accord.
So, the one blind date that actually worked only worked because of an officer's command and a girl's persistence.

Sounds like way too much effort to me . . .

I'm sure they'll correct me if I'm wrong. Here they are.



*Please note: My dad had never had a date before that except to take his cousin to her high school prom . . . unless you count the times he drove his friends and their dates around because he was the one with the car. It wasn't that girls weren't interested, (believe me, I've read his yearbook). But that he was shy.

And here's your random pic of a random man.