Very shortly into my quest to do something new each day my friend Mark asked if I’d ever had a blind date. I’d never been on a date with a complete stranger, so I asked him to arrange one for me and immediately got the fear he was going to set me up with a man or some kind of farmyard animal.
Some of my friends are serial daters (they go on lots of dates, they don’t date serial killers) but I haven’t been on many, mainly because it tends to cost a fortune. People these days, particularly in London, seem to be into the internet dating scene yet I’m still not convinced that everyone on the internet isn’t a complete nut-bag. Luckily I didn’t have to deal with the Worldwide Web (a computing term that seems to be less used these days) as my friend arranged it for me.
A week before the date Mark forwarded me a message with three questions from the mystery women, and at that point I was still hoping that it was a woman. The questions were written in the style of the 1985-2003 British TV Classic Cilla Black’s Blind Date, and with a sense of nostalgia I answered in a similar spirit. I was hoping to come across witty but may just have sounded like a knobhead, as most of the contestants used to on the TV programme. Here are her questions and my answers:
Q. If you’re an ABBA fan, what song of theirs would best describe you?
A. The Winner Takes It All, because when I meet you I’ll feel like I’ve hit the jackpot
Q. If you could be a superhero, which would you be and why?
A. Tufty the Road Safety Squirrel (more 80’s nostalgia). Technically not a superhero but you can’t underestimate the importance of road safety
Q. Which pizza topping is most like you?
A. Four Season’s pizza topping because I’d be there for you whatever the weather
Looking back at my answers now I must have just sounded like a knob.
I arranged to meet under the clock in Waterloo station and I was to wear a rose so she could identify me; an old-school dating cliché if ever there was one. It turns out it’s quite hard to find a rose on Waterloo station when you’re running late, so I had to improvise and quickly bought a box of Cadbury’s Roses.
As I waited on the station concourse clutching the box of chocolates feeling relieved I’d just made it on time, I couldn’t really get away with being late as we were meeting under a giant timepiece, I suddenly thought what if she doesn’t turn up. Luckily my blind date did turn up, and best of all it wasn’t a man, farmyard animal or indeed a blind person (not that there’s anything wrong with being blind but I may have waited a long time).
We strolled along the Christmas Market on the Southbank by the River Thames, a date idea Cilla Black would be very pleased with. It was nice to spend an evening with a complete stranger, something I don’t normally do, and I could certainly see why people are into this whole dating thing.
BLIND DATE – DONE