By Eva Said
Blind dates. They’re awkward, uncomfortable, and just weird. Actually, no, they’re not…because they don’t exist anymore.
Think about it. Going on a blind date USED to mean that you and another party agreed to do the unthinkable: sit at a table with a total stranger, on whom you had never laid eyes, knew only the basics about, armed only with the hunch from a mutual well-meaning friend that you won’t want to run away as soon as this
stranger bitch person sits down.
Now, blind dates mean a well-meaning friend has shown your Facebook page
album collection default picture to someone (“Half Blind Mouse 1″) they think is less crazy than you compatible with you (“Half Blind Mouse 2″), and that person has given a cursory approval on you. Together, before approaching you, those two scanned your recent statuses and clicked your Twitter link to demonstrate that you (gentlemen) don’t exhibit “thirst” or establish that you (ladies) are not an internet heaux.
“See?! You guys are a total match!” says the well-meaning pal.