The party was a nightmarish cross between an Obsession commercial and an SNL Sprockets skit.
The men were drowning in hair gel and the women were vying for the perfect semblance of ethereal pretentiousness. There were black turtlenecks everywhere.
I half expected a monkey to jump on my back when the techno trash shrieked from the Rent-a-Center speakers hanging from the ceiling.
My companion had abandoned me for the drink table. Standing out in my jeans and sweater like fresh kill among hungry lions, I cursed my roommate for setting me up on the blind date from hell.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Obsession.’
Thin spiral notebook 
giggle. So glad I’m an OLD married lady and don’t have to do this anymore. After nearly 42 years of wedded bliss (oh, those rose colored glasses) I am hoping never to join in this mayhem again. Great job.
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Love it!!!
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I love this!—particularly how “the techno trash shrieked from the Rent-a-Center speakers.” I’ve never been on a blind date before–doesn’t sound very appealing.
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This made me laugh SO HARD! I love this! Thank god we don’t have to blind date anymore right?! HAHAHAH! Love the pic! 🙂
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I never had a BLIND date like that, but … there were certainly plenty of bad dates out there. That feeling of fresh meat, ugh I don’t miss that at allllllll.
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Funny stuff! Good one. Only dated a couple of other guys before I started dating the man would be my hubby. Thankfully.
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Monkeys creep me out. And that picture is phenomenal, which makes him extra creepy. 🙂
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What is wrong with people that they set up friends on blind dates. I mean, how often do you hear, “I met the love of my life on a blind date” vs. “I’ve just been on the blind date from hell”?
I made the mistake once of going on a blind date. I guess it wasn’t hell, but it was comically bad. The guy was about 6 feet tall compared to my 5’1″, we were hiking, and every time he said something HE thought was funny he was smack me on the back. Which was annoying on the way up the mountain, but downright dangerous on the descent.
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The one and only blind date I went on turned out great. I met my husband on a blind date. We will celebrate our 25th anniversary this summer.
Yours sounds a little less successful than mine.
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This cracked me up! I think that I’ve been to that party!
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Ah. The old ‘sticking out like a sore thumb’ feeling. Boy, I know THAT one. Well done 100 Words, Tara. Made me smile. Made me shudder, too, out of a distinct memory of making an ass of myself. 🙂
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