#38: The Blind Date, Part 2
on January 30, 2018
at 8:00 am
Well, this is going to get worse before it gets better.
You know, this little story arc is actually based on a true tale. Both my sister and I were set up on blind dates by way of the local kosher butcher. It sounds like a bad joke, but it’s true. My sister was the one who ended up with the closest match to Vladislav here. I ended up with some pretentious hipster who refused to take off his hat in the restaurant because he was a musician and “had sensitive ears.” Neither date resulted in a follow-up.
He’s actually kinda sweet… in a creepy Russian way…
Poor Vlad. He’s trying, dammit!
And he has family for everything.
Nothing done by him, just relying on his family networks, who sends only scraps his way….
Well, if he is satisfied with that.
And I can fully understand if those blind dates do not lead to follow ups. Neither for you, your sister, or Abra.
(And a window booth at Olive Garden….. Hmm. Already starts wrong, with “Olive Garden” instead of Alfredo’s (or Giulia’s; or whetever other Italian name) not a fan of chains/franchises myself – their biggest advantage is that they have a minimum menu which usually includes something for all kind of allergy victims – but usually the rest of the business is too… optimized.)
Yeah, there are definitely exceptional situations, but “first date at Olive Garden” is often a red flag – especially in an urban situation where you can’t throw a rock without hitting three mom-and-pop restaurants of comparable price and higher quality.