Bachelor #42

Fixups are scary. You want to think you can trust your friends to fix you up with someone you're actually going to like, for better reason than simply because you're both single. You want to think they won't knowingly subject you to a blind date from hell. They're your friends, after all. They have your best interests at heart.


Or so you hope.


My friend H is going to get a serious talking to for this one.


She said she was at her neighbor's house when a friend of their family stopped by. After hanging out and getting to know him for, I don't know, a minute and a half, she decided to give him my number. Well that seems reasonable.

She said he seemed really nice. She said he was good looking. She said he seemed charming and interesting. If she had said he had wings and could fly, it would have been just as accurate.

When I walked into the bar and saw him standing there in his shiny disco shirt, it took every ounce of restraint not to turn and run. But I am a nice person. So I stayed. And this is what I found out about Bachelor #42:

- He is 43 and lives with his mother.
- He is unemployed, more often than not.
- In the place of communication, he rambles incoherently.
- Lookswise, well... what's that expression? Good from far, but far from good. Yeah, that's it.
- Did I mention he was wearing a shiny shirt?

Next.