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The Daily SlackerThe Daily Slacker

The Double Blind Date

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

First off, make sure ya doing miss the Festivals post on the AV Edition!

So yeah, a very odd, yet intriguing situation has arisen. Apparently The Best Friend had been talking to one of his customers, a nice middle aged woman. Somehow during the conversation down in Madison, they got to talking about her daughter who had recently graduated from college and moved up to the Twin Cities for a job and knew no one.

Yeah, you're guessing on this one already aren't ya?

Anyway, TBF of course mentions that I live up here and that I'm a pretty nice guy. Thus, the colluding began. After some conversation between the two, it was decided that the woman would give The Best Friend her daughters number to give to me while she would inform said daughter I would be calling. TBF then called me, altogether too excited and delivered me the news.

So I now have this girl's number.

This girl whom I've never met, seen, or really know anything about.

From My Best Friend, Whom has never met, seen or really knows much about.

From a woman who is: either an exceedingly caring, yet sometimes embarrassing mother like my own and, well, most of the good ones, Or: Well, who cares about the or, it's probably the first one!

So not only is it a Blind setup, it's Double Blind.

TBF is of course hoping this gets me a date and hopefully a girlfriend or at least laid. He apparently head from "sources" that she's "hot". The mother, I'm sure, is hoping for more of a helpful friend near her daughter's new home.

So there it is, tonight I'm going to be calling someone whom I know nothing about other than a first name and a phone number. While I would definitely call no matter what since I'm a nice, helpful guy like that, the data from the "sources" adds at least a little intrigue. Don't worry though, for the time being I'm going to ignore the golden hearted hornball on one shoulder and listen to the embarrassingly sweet lady on the other!

I'll let y'all know tomorrow what's become of the situation!

posted by Chief Slacker @ 4:12 PM,




6 Comments:

At Thu Aug 10, 04:44:00 AM, Blogger Porq said...

I hope you contacted Captain Bee for behavioral "TECHNIQUES".

or maybe your should just ask him for his "left overs"!!

Good Luck Chief!!

OINK

 
At Thu Aug 10, 08:22:00 AM, Blogger Aliecat said...

That's the wierdest situation ever! Although, I kind of wish my mom would do that for me...

 
At Thu Aug 10, 02:55:00 PM, Blogger dasi said...

Hey - good luck!! You never know, right?? ;)

 
At Fri Aug 11, 08:27:00 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I've never been on a blind date. I'm not sure if I would have liked them or not...

 
At Fri Aug 11, 10:51:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"So there it is, tonight I'm going to be calling someone whom I know nothing about other than a first name and a phone number."

^ Blind dates = suicide. Too many expectations.

 
At Sat Aug 12, 09:27:00 AM, Blogger OzzyC said...

Dude. It's way past "tomorrow" and we still haven't heard anything yet. You'd better still be in bed with her, and she'd better be hot!

 

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