My wife was watching a movie about a blind date, yesterday, which led me to think about something strange that happened a few eons ago.
A college student in dire need of money, I was selling one of my music keyboards. So I advertised on this newspaper they had in New Jersey at the time, where you paid for the ad only after you made a sale. On a trust basis. At the time people still trusted each other in the USA.
A few weeks went by, and I was not getting any calls for the advertisement, but out of the blue the phone rings. The caller, a girl, says that she knew I was selling a keyboard, but she was calling about something else. She went on to tell me that she was blind, and needed companionship to go to concerts, etc., and asked whether I was willing to meet her.
Up to that point I had never gone on a blind date, or a date with a blind woman. So this kind of got my curiosity.
I decided to go meet her. She lived in Elizabeth.
Honestly, I can’t tell you what I was expecting. I was very young, naive. And I guess, in need of a date. Badly. So I thought, who knows, maybe I was going to meet a blind Bo Derek and fall in love.
The house was a bit run down from the outside, the neighborhood was not particularly wonderful as well. I entered the house, kind of a darkish, depressing environment.
It turned out she was not pretty. She wanted to go pick up some concert tickets at a store, and wanted me to bring her mother and her on that errand. It seems some institution provided free tickets for her and a companion, because of her condition, which I thought was very nice.
She was not particularly nice to me, actually, was somewhat bossy, and she was not nice to her mother either. At any rate, I said I would take her to get the tickets, so the three of us went, not very far, to downtown Elizabeth.
She said she got tickets to see Foghat, and asked whether I was willing to go. I answered I never heard their music (which was true) and danced around the issue a little. She continued to be a bit bossy and unpleasant on the way, to me and to her mother.
Well, you probably figured out the end of this story. That was the end of that blind date. And to this day, I have never heard any of Foghat’s music.
Bork Su 