So as many of you may know September 30th I went on a blind date. Well I guess not a full blind date because I saw a picture of them, it wasn’t the most clear picture but I could kinda see them. They had no idea it would be me, I did this for one of my friends podcast. This was a way that I wanted to support her so when I saw that she posted she was doing a social experiment and needed a girl for the blind date, I agreed. My love life has been pretty shitty any way so I figured what the hell.
So when I arrived for our date, which was this bar slash restaurant that you would hang with your co workers for happy hour (not a first date place for me.. Issa no dog) I texted him, “I am here, I am sitting outside with a jean jacket on”. After a minute or two he came out looking a little surprised it was me and then it finally clicking to him I was the date. My first thoughts of him were, “this is not my type” in no way shape or form would this be the type of guy that I would go for. I don’t say this to sound rude, and soon you will understand exactly why this all makes sense.
We sit down and order food and drinks. He is about 5’10, dark skin, low cut, some facial hair and handsome in my opinion. He looks like he’s about 28 and in college. He has a young look to him. As we begin to have a conversation, getting to know each other and I see how article he is, I begin to get more comfortable with talking about things that I am interested in. I did ask him questions like where he works, where does he live and when the last time he fucked his baby mom? (You know the normal stuff) What ever topic I decided to change to, he was able to engage and not just sit there like he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.(Except when I brought up Zodiac signs)
While laughing, joking, eating buffalo shrimp, it suddenly hit me. Here I am eating at this place I would never go to on my own, with this guy who isn’t my type, who not once seemed to be phased by what I do for a living, (even when someone passed by the table like hey Maui to talk to me lol) I was enjoying myself. This type of man that I feel like he should look like on the outside and the restaurant I feel like we should be eating at the first time, means nothing if the person is not the one. My type may be the reason why things do not work out or last very long. Are these fairytale images we have in our heads, that may even be tainted by the constant couple goals pictures we see on social media, along with
bae-cations, be the reason we don’t give certain people a chance?
Now I am not saying that I found the right person or anything lol; The blind date just put a lot into perspective for me as far as, the way and who I choose to date.
What does your type look like? What type of person do you normally settle down with? What do you imagine the person you marry to look or be like? I want you to answer those questions and then compare it to what you have when you are finally happy. Because sometimes what God has for us is in a packaging that we were not expecting.