I know three people who have had successful blind dates. Everyone else I know cringes at the thought. Whichever camp you’re in, write an essay today about a blind date. Maybe you met your spouse that way! Maybe the night ended up in jail and/or tears! Maybe you never spoke to the friend who fixed you up ever again! Whatever happened, let’s write.
(Shout-out to the blind date I went on in 1997-ish in which said date showed up in a sweaty basketball jersey and did four shots of Cuervo in ten minutes and called me a “wimp” for not participating. Nope.)