I once agreed to a blind date a friend set up. I had no idea what to expect, but my friend kept assuring me she thought this guy was "perfect" for me. He showed up at my door, and I immediately noticed he was about seventy years old. I was in my early twenties at the time. Trying to be a good sport, I went out with him anyway. He drove … and drove, and drove. We finally arrived at a small, greasy diner about two hours later. Fearing what the food would do to me, I just ordered a salad plate. When it came out, it was a piece of lettuce with a scoop of tuna on top. I bit into the tuna and immediately noticed the mayonnaise had turned. I ate the bit of lettuce, and that was it. Meanwhile, he ate three large, greasy cheeseburgers and had the grease running down his chin. I was pretty anxious to get home and when we finally got there, he told me he didn't think we should go out again. I never asked why, I just agreed and ran out of his car. Thankfully, he was true to his word and never called again.
— Shelby, 45