My date showed up at my door with a fifties hairdo and a black leather jacket. I had been set up by a mutual friend, who never mentioned these quirks of his when she sold me on the blind date idea. Honestly, his hair looked like it had more hairspray than mine! When we got to the restaurant, he ordered for both of us — while doing an Elvis impression. A BAD Elvis impression. The leather jacket might have worked, but the hair and bad acting was way over the top!
— Suzanne, 28