like mother, like daughter

i shared my blog address with my mom the other day, and she emailed me to tell me about this gem of a blind date she had in 1976 when she was 24. i figured it was too good not to share, as it really seems as though nothing ever changes. you sure do have to kiss a lot of toads until you find your prince, and even then, sometimes he steals your car.

Did I ever tell you my blind date story with the 50 year old (I was 24)? He showed up in a blue volkswagen beetle, sporting lots of grey hair and love beads. We were going to dinner and I was dressed to the 9’s. We get in the car – already I’m ready to go home – and he announces that we are going to Swiss Chalet for dinner. Not what I was expecting, and of course I was hopelessly overdressed. So we go to Swiss Chalet and he says would you like some wine? I have no clue what goes all that well with SC Chicken, but wotthehell sure. He orders a bottle of Mateus. OMFG. I know I have to get out of here, so as soon as I can politely do so, I say that I would like to go home. As we leave the restaurant, he phones a buddy to say “well bombed out – I won’t be getting any tonight”.. I want to scream, punch his old face, and walk home, but Yonge Street at night even in 1976 was not a place to walk alone.