Dating Diaries Challenge: Try Out CrazyBlindDate.com

You go to the Web site and fill out a profile. It’s minimal things such as age and race, but no pictures or anything. It asks about date locations and when you’d be available. A few days later, I got an e-mail that said there was a 57-year old man and that he was tall. I accepted the date. I had put Dupont and Kalorama as two of my locations, but they sent us to a place in Adams Morgan, so I had to take the Metro and a bus. I texted my date to let him know I was on my way but that I’d be late because of the train/bus thing. No reply. I texted him a few more times with no reply. I was worried I was being stood up. When I got to the bar, he wasn’t there. I ordered a drink and sat down. Finally, he showed up. He had driven in from Bethesda, and the messaging system wasn’t working. He didn’t get my messages and he couldn’t message me.

Beyond that snafu, I did think he was very attractive. He sat down and ordered a drink. Then he said he was married. You have to give him credit for telling me at least. He said wanted to be completely honest about his situation. His family lives in another state, and he goes home frequently but works here. He’s not sure when he’ll get divorced but says he will. I was disappointed. I had said on the Web site that I wanted to meet someone single. I don’t know if that was a mess-up in the system or what.

Then he told me about all the women he’s been dating. He took a phone call that just happened to be a “former lover turned friend.” He kept looking at his e-mail and telling me which women were e-mailing him. He told me about all these wild experiences he’s been having with his newfound freedom. He’s quite an active man. It was bizarre.

I had four drinks. This is against the rules in The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Dating, but I figured this case was an exception. I actually had a flaming drink. We began the date at the bar, and then he suggested getting something to eat. I should’ve said no, but considering the time it’d take to get home and how hungry I was, I said yes. He ordered one appetizer to share. That’s when I had my third and fourth drink. What a waste of time.

I’m thinking maybe this CrazyBlindDate thing isn’t for me. It seems like too much effort to get to the date. It was too crazy. I know they call it CrazyBlindDate, but it was too crazy.