Originally Posted by
Wafffles
One time my friend set me up on this very sketchy blind date. I didn't have the slightest clue what to expect, I was told to sit at the table closest to the door and wait patiently. I was pretty nervous, so while I waited I ordered a scotch. Okay, two. Maybe three. Finally, my mysterious date arrived.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Mike."
"Hello, Mike, I'm Cindy. Nice to meet you!"
Cindy had lovely, flowing blonde hair and a deep, slightly raspy voice I found oddly attractive. Her face seemed attractive, although it seemed a little...strong? And I couldn't help wondering about a rash on her neck. Was that razor burn? Ah well, it didn't really matter, I was pleasantly buzzed and Cindy was a great conversationalist. We really clicked, and after a bottle of wine with dinner and an Irish coffee with dessert, I was on cloud nine and ready for just about anything.
Drunk as I was, I obviously couldn't drive home, but Cindy's apartment was only a few blocks away so I happily walked her home. Standing in front of her building, I leaned in for a kiss. Ah, it was passionate, and I couldn't help thinking how I'd tell our future children about that kiss. It did occur to me, in the back of my head, that Cindy's lips felt a tad stubbly, but it never really registered on a conscious level. In any event, the ball was rolling. Kissing turned to a full on make-out frenzy, and before I knew it we were in Cindy's apartment and she was ripping off my clothes. Apparently I blacked out, because the last thing I remember about the night is thinking how odd it was that Cindy had such a hairy chest around her ample bosom.
Suffice it to say, on that particular first date, I did indeed sleep with him/her.