This is what happens when blind girls try to be cool:
I recently went on a second date with a guy, my first second date in quite a while. He’s tall, and I picture him as dark and handsome, and he has a great voice, so all is well thus far. He asked where I wanted to go, and I said “Anywhere where I can wear flats,” so he took me to a meditation seminar. Promisinger and promisinger. Then, after the meditation seminar, we went out for extremely unhealthy food and mocked the seminar presenter mercilessly. Could it get any better? Yes, yes it could.
He dropped me off–at my door, after leading me up the steps because he knows I’m legally blind (I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I walk those steps every day of my life and could walk them if I were completely blind). It wasn’t until then, at the end of the date, that I realized that I was actually wearing two different kinds of shoes! And I’d been going on and on about what a relief it was to wear flats! All afternoon! I tempted the wrath of the fashion gods with my hubristic desire for comfort, and this was the result.
I exclaimed in dismay. He, bless him, laughed and said…well, on second thought, I’m not going to tell you what he said. Or what he did, because this isn’t that kind of blog. But it made up for the blind equivalent of realizing I had spinach on my teeth all evening. And there will be a third date because, let me tell you, he’s looking very good to me right now.