My loathing of blind dates stems from my very first. My best friend felt bad for me because I didn’t have a date for prom, so she decided to set me up with one of her boyfriend’s friends. Nevermind that the boyfriend was slowly working his way through my friends and I didn’t want to date anyone he deemed suitable.
So, the guy shows up a few days before prom for a double date. With a ring. The guy showed up for a first date with a promise ring. Because, you know, that won’t scare off someone who’s under 18 when he’s in his mid-twenties.