After I paid for dinner, I kindly said it was ‘nice to meet you’ got in my car and went to the bar. She followed me to the bar, and when I got out of my car proceeded to berate me over why I was going out instead of going home.
First off, I couldn’t believe the waitress asked, but then was floored at the girl’s response.
I picked her up from her parents’ place (we were both home from college for the summer) and was a little surprised by how pretty she was. I felt a gas pain, so I leaned forward slightly to quietly relieve the pressure. I walked out of the bathroom, muddy-panted, out of the bar, and boarded the train for home.
The pictures had been from when she was in high school, and didn’t do her justice. Dinner went really well, we had a lot in common, she was very grounded and down-to-earth, cared about the environment. So as we’re walking to the movie theater, I slipped my arm around her waist. ‘I’m really sorry, because you seem like a nice guy, but … I just went out with you to make my parents happy.’ Sitting through The with her was the most awkward two hours of my life.” “I went on a blind date with the investment banker son of one of my mother’s friends. A little on the short side, but he has a cute face and seems fit. He gets a few drinks in him and we have a conversation about jobs/stuff/blah blah but then it arrived at who we admired. Patrick Bateman from , just, ya know, without the killing and stuff. I tell him the night is over, gave him some money, and said that he could take the public transportation home.” “I wasn’t feeling great, but decided to meet her anyway. The humiliating date was nothing compared to the horror of the following three weeks recovering from E-coli.” “A friend I had recently met set me up with her friend Gary. We have an okay time over coffee, talking about regular random small talk topics.
You never have to worry about a bad hair day, or wearing make-up. You can walk around naked without being self-conscious. (You might have known this already, but in case you didn’t I felt obligated to tell you now, as the rest of this post won’t make sense unless you are “in the know.”) Now, let’s move on.
You save money when buying a smaller TV or phone, because all you really need is the sound, not a big screen. You can flip your friend the bird (give him/her the finger) when you get frustrated with him/her… You can lie to his/her face about the new outfit he/she loves, even if you think it’s hideous. You will never awaken to screams for you to kill a spider. ) Surprise, surprise, you are actually reading a guest post from Max’s editor and friend, Lorraine Reguly. And feel free to drop either one of us a line in the comments, too.
He then proceeds to tell me that, yeah all his friends were just vehicles for him to get ahead in life and that he didn’t really like any of them. I return from the bathroom only to find him on my couch, masturbating furiously. Kerry has a blind brother, Brian, who wrote a song about the perks of being blind. You don’t have to be the map-reader when travelling with friends on a road trip. You can avoid looking at unpleasant things, like a gory accident, or something else that’s disgusting. You’ll never get asked to paint or wallpaper a room during home renovations. Kerry is a blind blogger who loves to write and travel, and is known by two alternate names: The Insightful Wanderer and Her Headache. Her excuse was that she had a crazy ex that was stalking her, so she used her sister’s photo and name. I figured it must of been important but as we walked in and waited for the table she kept talking about stupid crap clearly on the phone with a BFF about nonsense. I told her I wasn’t feeling well and that I was just going to get my food in a box to go and I’d eat it later if I felt better. ’ You would think this person hadn’t eaten in a week, as she proceeded to devour my dinner as well. Now she’s calling me a liar in the parking lot of the bar I frequent, and my work buddies are starting to roll in. I said to hell with this crap, got in my car, and drove the hell home.” “I’ve been on two blind dates. You know, the one that’s inching closer to you right now. You can use your blindness as an excuse to get out of doing certain chores (even though you are perfectly capable of doing them yourself). You don’t have to put up with dirty looks from others. You can roll your eyes as often as you want, and not be judged. They are pretty much the same as the benefits of dating a blind man, but when you date a blind woman, you don’t have to wait forever for her to fix her make-up or her hair, or try on 50 different outfits before she decides upon one that is simply “perfect.” You also don’t have to wait for her to apply polish to her fingernails. Just tell her you created a special love message in Braille for her, and see if she can decipher it! Feel free to answer, even if you’re a sighted person!