BLIND DATE Stories....

[Strappie]

My friends had this other friend, lets just say her name was Sarah. Sarah was single
and looking to date. My friends and I were talking one night and they thought
I should ask her out. But as cocktails were being put back our minds started to work.
Someone said a BLIND DATE. I did meet Sarah once, but I know now she didn’t remember me. Anyways……

As the drinks flowed, my friends thought it would be super funny to dress up in an ugly tux suit, and before I knew it I was going to salvation army looking for a Tux and I had another friend that her parents owned a junk yard for cars. Yep you guessed it I was car shopping too.

The plan was for me to pick Sarah up and we were to go to a party at another friends house just a few blocks from were Sarah lived. So I got ready in my sweet baby blue tux and oh the shoes “amazing” bright red paten leather. Yes I said RED! (ok I don’t know if they were paten leather or not)

In the mean time while I was getting ready for my big date. My friends were doing something to the sweet car I had borrowed from the junk yard. Did I mention it was a sweet Chevy Impala, dents and all? Little did I know they were filling it with all kinds of junk, food bags, wrappers, empty pop cans and so on, needless to say when I got in the car I nearly pee’d laughing so hard. I kept telling my friends how am I going to keep a straight face? Anyways.. I drove off to Sarah’s.

I pull in her driveway, shut the car off, the car won’t shut off. It’s back firing and sputtering, I was running a little late so I just walked away from it doing that. Now mind you I can hardly keep a straight face I was dying. I get to the front door and knock. Sarah opens the door, takes one look at me (she isn’t sure if she should laugh or die) and says “oh don’t you think you are a little over dressed” I said, Oh no this is what I wear on all my dates. She of course looked amazing. I know she is wanting to back out so bad. She says I need to grab my purse. I thought for sure she wasn’t coming back, but she did. Off we go to the car. I know she loves my sweet impala. I open the passenger side door for her and shit comes falling out. I’m like oh shit sorry let me make some room for you.
As I push all the shit away from her seat (I want to kill my friends for putting so much in there) I say to her here you go I made some room. We drive off having small talk. I can’t look at her the whole way, thank god it wasn’t too far to drive cause I have to keep looking off to the side so she can’t see my face. We finally get to the party were everyone is waiting for our arrival. We stop and I say wait let me get the door for you. She didn’t even hear what I said and she was out the door and almost running to the house. Meanwhile the car won’t shut off, it keeps back firing. So I too leave it. She is in the house and I follow behind about 15 steps. She goes directly for the safest place, the kitchen to hide, as I look at all my friends trying to hold back the laughter. I go directly into the bathroom and change. She is in the kitchen killing her friends that set her up with me. I come out of the bathroom with nicer clothes and eleven yellow rose and one red rose. I find her in the crowd as my friends are gathered around and hand her the flowers.
She says, “OMG this was all a set up!!!”

[Strappie]

Tell us your story.....

[Queerasfck]

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

*no one on this site

[hpychick]

Ezee, I always pause when someone won't share photos. Always. And, there is usually good reason for pausing. You aren't superficial if you don't care for the way someone presents. There is nothing wrong with not being attracted to someone - be it their appearance, their shoes, their gi-normous purse, their blue-ish hair - or even - dare I say it - their personality.

Thank you for sharing your story.

Originally Posted by EzeeTiger

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

[Strappie]

Originally Posted by EzeeTiger

I have one and thankfully only one. I had been single for about six months when I decided to push myself and get out there. I've never been a joiner but I decided to join my local butch/femme social group. I joined online and read some of the forums and posted introducing myself. Immediately a lady posted back and seemed funny and nice enough. Everything seemed fine and casual I was at work so I kept it brief. When I got home later that night she, I'll call Katrina, had sent me a private message saying she hoped I didn't think she was too forward but wanted to know if we could chat later and hoped to get to know me better. I was flattered and let my ego get the best of me. Also I think the fact that I hadn't been single in over ten years made me itchy to get out there so I may have been a little too eager.
Katrina, allegedly a former ballet dancer from one of the Baltic states and I talked on the phone that night and she seemed pretty nice. She had seen my pic and I asked her to send me one of her. She said she didn't know how to send one......hmmmmm. The phone convos went alright. She had a nervous laugh and talked A LOT, which is good because I don't. I did suggest we get together to meet for coffee or something casual. She said she would be in my neighborhood over the weekend and would stop by my house if I gave her my addresss......hmmmm. I redirected her to meeting at Balboa Park and we could have a coffee or walk around, check out a museum just sit outside. So Katrina agreed to meet me on the upcoming Sunday afternoon.
You know how you meet someone and you're just like, ummm no, but then the other part of your brain is saying shut up you superficial idiot give her a chance? So yeah it was like that. And I also knew that it was good for me to meet more people in the queer community and who cares if it doesn't amount to anything, who doesn't need more friends??? I told myself to just go with the flow.
We met by the big fountain. She was petite like a ballet dancer, but she was wearing easy spirit big sole grey walking shoes. It's ok, we're just friends I thought trying to breath. She had sorta of blu-ish hair and a very large purse and was somewhat older than me. I suggested we walk a little. She kept walking closer and closer into my space. I couldn't move my arm she was standing so close............it was uncomfortable. She said she didn't really want to walk any further and that she was tired. I tried to not to think she about her needing an oxygen tank. So we sat down and she told me about her cat and proceded to take out a lot of pictures of him from her ginormous purse.
I bought her a can of soda and she exclaimed she couldn't open it and she needed a butch to do it for her. OMgay. I was outta there.
I was polite and told her after she finished her soda that I was going to get going. She wanted to go to a local bookstore and said I should take her to one. I gave her directions and told her it was nice meeting her.

*no one on this site

Ezee ....

OMG.. I cant' stop laughing, she just really needed a "butch"

My two favorite parts are.....

ginormous purse

OMGay!!!

I'm still rolling!! Awesome, thank you for your story!!

[Rook]

hmm...
I also have only 1 to tell, and Only 1 because after the whole thing went down, I was within inches of punching my brother....and refusing more of his "help"

I had just "Outted" myself to my brother 2 days prior, and he did mumble "maybe it's a phase, like when you were obsessed with Galaga?" and I should've seen the signs of Disaster to come when he was talking evidently to his girlfriend and I heard him say "I have no clue what you're talking about..Does she wear guy clothes?..umm..we fight alot because she fucking raids my closet almost every day, yeah"
That should've told me to run..fast...
He chirped when saw me "hey, u butch-ah or femina?" I scowled and said "what the fuck do you think?" and posed all rough and tough {I was 17}
He told me he wanted me to meet someone, and I squinted..
I was pissie he was telling anyone w/o my consent..
Anyways, we head out, and I'm asking 20 questions, I don't like Surprises, he kept sayng "Just wait, you might like her"
I'm imagining every possible scenario, and buy 2 peach dyed roses on the way..
I realize we're heading to his girlfriends house and I try to relax and lighten up so I ask
"Please tell me you're not setting up with your girl, I dont do bi, much less share with siblings"{I was 17 !!!}
He smirked and said "neither do I"
We arrive, and his girlfriends all giddy, and it gets contagious..we wait on the Porch, it's kinda sprinkling rain {another bad bad sign}
She tells me her sister is in the kitchen, and calls her , let's use the name "Zoe"
If my jaw could drop, if I could get away with murder, I would've bludgeoned my brother...
Out comes Zoe..
I'm staring, very rudely, and stunned into silence..
Zoe was butch, from head to toes..
Work uniform, swagger, slightly low voice, and a haircut I suddenly wanted Bad..
He managed a small smile, extended hand for a firm shake, granted hys hand was considerably smaller than mine, and I thought if I squeezed i'd break it...
When he asked if the flowers were for him, grinnin' rather cute...I mumbled "pshaw, nah man..I wanted to thank your sis for being nice"..which was a huge mistake, because I stepped on something slippery trying to reach the sister and fell hard to the ground banging my head on the wall...
Next thing I know, he's offering a beer to place on the bump, I'm thinking about 50 different ways to kill my brother at this point..
He nags hys sister for 20 bucks since hy's broke, and I'm staring at my brother, hy asks if I could wait a moment while hy changes from clothes, and I shrugged sayin "okie" hy's walkin' ahead, and I grab my brother , shoving him against the wall, he's got a shit eating grin from ear to fuckin ear, and I told him "mark my words, dick-for-brain, u will pay for this"
He shrugged and snickering he said "aww c'mon, i dont know how this shit works...youre a woman, she's a woman, what else is there?"...I almost slapped him, but Zoe popped out of nowhere asking if I'd like something to eat...
{He did murmur 'I'm sure she'd Love something to eat ' which earned him a sharp elbow jab+glare}
at the bar, Zoe had a blast talking a lot, and I'm focusing on the pool table, responding blankly with a random "yup..ok.."
He did take things weird...Braggin' of the ladies he'd slept with...
My mistake..Saying yup to something I didnt hear well...
When I bothered to look, hy had this deviously evil grin..cleared my throat and asked "what did u say?"
"I said, I don't mind my rep. the more the merrier, hell I could bed u, and not be phased, all u gotta do is show some interest"
That was when I figured things couldn't possibly get worse..
He gave some good advice on how to "come out" to my parents, we actually sat with the neighborhood Drunk and knocked back a few "Palo Viejo"
In hys drunken state he broke out into a rather Impressive rap session, and for a brief moment, we stared at each other, I kinda liked the colour of hys eyes, alot, and the emotion they showed..
And yes, talked about hys ex girlfriend...a lot...
I told hym I had to grab a bus or miss the last one...
On the way Home, my brother was quiet as a mouse..
I looked at him and said "dont u Ever pull another stunt like this w/o knowing"
He smirked and said 'oh get off it, u liked Zoe, I never saw u blush before'
Next day, I'm home, relaxing, watching a cheesy Soap, door knocks, and there is Zoe...
All I could mumble was "I will fucking kill him"
Zoe quickly defended him by saying "it's not his fault, man, i forced my sister to give me your brothers address, I know we got off on a really fucked up foot, but, I promise, if you give me 1 small chance, you won't regret it...I know an awesome, and respectable food joint"
The 2nd "date" was an improvement...
And no, I didn't regret it...

[Gemme]

Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a blind date.

[hpychick]

Strappie, I thoroughly enjoyed your story!!! I have never, ever, nope not even once been on a blind date. I have no story to share, but I would like to read what other's have experienced!

[DapperButch]

Originally Posted by Strappie

My friends had this other friend, lets just say her name was Sarah. Sarah was single
and looking to date. My friends and I were talking one night and they thought
I should ask her out. But as cocktails were being put back our minds started to work.
Someone said a BLIND DATE. I did meet Sarah once, but I know now she didn’t remember me. Anyways……

As the drinks flowed, my friends thought it would be super funny to dress up in an ugly tux suit, and before I knew it I was going to salvation army looking for a Tux and I had another friend that her parents owned a junk yard for cars. Yep you guessed it I was car shopping too.

The plan was for me to pick Sarah up and we were to go to a party at another friends house just a few blocks from were Sarah lived. So I got ready in my sweet baby blue tux and oh the shoes “amazing” bright red paten leather. Yes I said RED! (ok I don’t know if they were paten leather or not)

In the mean time while I was getting ready for my big date. My friends were doing something to the sweet car I had borrowed from the junk yard. Did I mention it was a sweet Chevy Impala, dents and all? Little did I know they were filling it with all kinds of junk, food bags, wrappers, empty pop cans and so on, needless to say when I got in the car I nearly pee’d laughing so hard. I kept telling my friends how am I going to keep a straight face? Anyways.. I drove off to Sarah’s.

I pull in her driveway, shut the car off, the car won’t shut off. It’s back firing and sputtering, I was running a little late so I just walked away from it doing that. Now mind you I can hardly keep a straight face I was dying. I get to the front door and knock. Sarah opens the door, takes one look at me (she isn’t sure if she should laugh or die) and says “oh don’t you think you are a little over dressed” I said, Oh no this is what I wear on all my dates. She of course looked amazing. I know she is wanting to back out so bad. She says I need to grab my purse. I thought for sure she wasn’t coming back, but she did. Off we go to the car. I know she loves my sweet impala. I open the passenger side door for her and shit comes falling out. I’m like oh shit sorry let me make some room for you.
As I push all the shit away from her seat (I want to kill my friends for putting so much in there) I say to her here you go I made some room. We drive off having small talk. I can’t look at her the whole way, thank god it wasn’t too far to drive cause I have to keep looking off to the side so she can’t see my face. We finally get to the party were everyone is waiting for our arrival. We stop and I say wait let me get the door for you. She didn’t even hear what I said and she was out the door and almost running to the house. Meanwhile the car won’t shut off, it keeps back firing. So I too leave it. She is in the house and I follow behind about 15 steps. She goes directly for the safest place, the kitchen to hide, as I look at all my friends trying to hold back the laughter. I go directly into the bathroom and change. She is in the kitchen killing her friends that set her up with me. I come out of the bathroom with nicer clothes and eleven yellow rose and one red rose. I find her in the crowd as my friends are gathered around and hand her the flowers.
She says, “OMG this was all a set up!!!”

Great. GREAT story! Loved it!

[Diva]

Originally Posted by Strappie

My friends had this other friend, lets just say her name was Sarah. Sarah was single
and looking to date. My friends and I were talking one night and they thought
I should ask her out. But as cocktails were being put back our minds started to work.
Someone said a BLIND DATE. I did meet Sarah once, but I know now she didn’t remember me. Anyways……

As the drinks flowed, my friends thought it would be super funny to dress up in an ugly tux suit, and before I knew it I was going to salvation army looking for a Tux and I had another friend that her parents owned a junk yard for cars. Yep you guessed it I was car shopping too.

The plan was for me to pick Sarah up and we were to go to a party at another friends house just a few blocks from were Sarah lived. So I got ready in my sweet baby blue tux and oh the shoes “amazing” bright red paten leather. Yes I said RED! (ok I don’t know if they were paten leather or not)

In the mean time while I was getting ready for my big date. My friends were doing something to the sweet car I had borrowed from the junk yard. Did I mention it was a sweet Chevy Impala, dents and all? Little did I know they were filling it with all kinds of junk, food bags, wrappers, empty pop cans and so on, needless to say when I got in the car I nearly pee’d laughing so hard. I kept telling my friends how am I going to keep a straight face? Anyways.. I drove off to Sarah’s.

I pull in her driveway, shut the car off, the car won’t shut off. It’s back firing and sputtering, I was running a little late so I just walked away from it doing that. Now mind you I can hardly keep a straight face I was dying. I get to the front door and knock. Sarah opens the door, takes one look at me (she isn’t sure if she should laugh or die) and says “oh don’t you think you are a little over dressed” I said, Oh no this is what I wear on all my dates. She of course looked amazing. I know she is wanting to back out so bad. She says I need to grab my purse. I thought for sure she wasn’t coming back, but she did. Off we go to the car. I know she loves my sweet impala. I open the passenger side door for her and shit comes falling out. I’m like oh shit sorry let me make some room for you.
As I push all the shit away from her seat (I want to kill my friends for putting so much in there) I say to her here you go I made some room. We drive off having small talk. I can’t look at her the whole way, thank god it wasn’t too far to drive cause I have to keep looking off to the side so she can’t see my face. We finally get to the party were everyone is waiting for our arrival. We stop and I say wait let me get the door for you. She didn’t even hear what I said and she was out the door and almost running to the house. Meanwhile the car won’t shut off, it keeps back firing. So I too leave it. She is in the house and I follow behind about 15 steps. She goes directly for the safest place, the kitchen to hide, as I look at all my friends trying to hold back the laughter. I go directly into the bathroom and change. She is in the kitchen killing her friends that set her up with me. I come out of the bathroom with nicer clothes and eleven yellow rose and one red rose. I find her in the crowd as my friends are gathered around and hand her the flowers.
She says, “OMG this was all a set up!!!”

I would have hurt You so badly. Sarah is a far better person than I.


Hmph.


Boys.

[DapperButch]

Originally Posted by Diva

I would have hurt You so badly. Sarah is a far better person than I.


Hmph.


Boys.

See, now I think that if I were a femme that I would think that it was creative, charming, and fabulous!

[Strappie]

Originally Posted by DapperButch

See, now I think that if I were a femme that I would think that it was creative, charming, and fabulous!

Dude, should we date? *smirk*

Thanks Dapper!! I thought it was too!

[Gemme]

Originally Posted by Diva

I would have hurt You so badly. Sarah is a far better person than I.


Hmph.


Boys.

My thoughts exactly.

Strappie, was this girl a Yankee? Maybe that's why, Diva.

[Diva]

Originally Posted by Gemme

My thoughts exactly.

Strappie, was this girl a Yankee? Maybe that's why, Diva.

Maybe. That DOES make sense.

Maybe You and I should date, Gemmie.....

[Nina]

is it good enough for me to shorten the whole event to it's punch line?---good

the date was a date and it was alright...after dinner we went back to my house...I was sitting on my big desk...he was standing in front of me...we may have been making out...he may have fiddled around in his pants at one point...I then may have heard swearing and shouting and see him step back...startled I may have asked 'what happened?...what's wrong?'...he *may* have replied in a half yelling voice " you broke my dick...you broke my dick"...and then he pulled two pieces out of his pants...

I may have wished the mother ship would have opened up and vacuumed me into it...

he may have said he blamed me for getting him so hot his dick heated up and it broke in half...classy was Not his middle name !

I may be sighing and shaking my head now as I remember this event...pretty unlady-like of me to share this story...I'm just in a mood, I guess...

the worst part?
a) it's true
II) I went on another date with him (don't ask)

[NJFemmie]

Originally Posted by Gemme

My thoughts exactly.

Strappie, was this girl a Yankee? Maybe that's why, Diva.

pause

[Strappie]

Originally Posted by Diva

I would have hurt You so badly. Sarah is a far better person than I.


Hmph.


Boys.

haha Well it was her friends that put me up to it. I couldn't resist. She was a trooper... She felt pretty bad after I gave her the flowers.
I can say I would never do that again. .... well maybe not! lol

[cinderella]

I totally agree with you Diva. I think that was a truly infantile and mean-spirited thing to do to a girl - never mind the roses at the end. Sarah was a good sport, much more so then I would've been. These kinds of pranks are so high school...unbelievable that a grown person would let themselves be persuaded to pull such a stunt.

Signed,
Thoroughly indignant femme!!

Originally Posted by Diva

I would have hurt You so badly. Sarah is a far better person than I.


Hmph.


Boys.

[Strappie]

Originally Posted by cinderella

I totally agree with you Diva. I think that was a truly infantile and mean-spirited thing to do to a girl - never mind the roses at the end. Sarah was a good sport, much more so then I would've been. These kinds of pranks are so high school...unbelievable that a grown person would let themselves be persuaded to pull such a stunt.

Signed,
Thoroughly indignant femme!!

Do you not think for one minute my friends and mind you HER friends would of never done that if she wouldn't of liked it or had fun with it??? hmm It's all good.... I seen her a few yrs ago and she ran up to me to introduce me to her partner... and right after she did the introductions she begins to tell the story with the biggest smile on her face!!! That says a lot to me!

[Diva]

Oh dear......

I'm sorry, Strappie......truly.