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Trials and Tribulations of a Blind Date
The Art of
Embellishing Molly Whalen
Shay Mohan always thought honesty was the best policy and you treat people the way you want to be treated. And yet every relationship she had left her feeling burned until Zoe, her friend, took matters into her own hands and signed her up on an online dating site. Things begin to heat up when the 'White Knight' appears but is he really who he says he is or just blowing smoke?
Shay Mohan always thought honesty was the best policy and you treat people the way you want to be treated. And yet every relationship she had left her feeling burned until Zoe, her friend, took matters into her own hands and signed her up on an online dating site. Things begin to heat up when the 'White Knight' appears but is he really who he says he is or just blowing smoke?
Unexpected
Blind Date by Joanne Rawson
If any of Grace Worthing's friends dared to suggest she should go on a blind date, her answer would have been, "Blind dates are so tacky; they are definitely for the desperate." She was so over men! After her fifth Sex on the Beach cocktail she told friends she would never have sex again, let alone have sex on a beach. Then, somewhere between her second and third tequila slammer, Grace found herself, agreeing to meet Adrian. Little did she know how interesting and unexpected her blind date would be.
If any of Grace Worthing's friends dared to suggest she should go on a blind date, her answer would have been, "Blind dates are so tacky; they are definitely for the desperate." She was so over men! After her fifth Sex on the Beach cocktail she told friends she would never have sex again, let alone have sex on a beach. Then, somewhere between her second and third tequila slammer, Grace found herself, agreeing to meet Adrian. Little did she know how interesting and unexpected her blind date would be.
How A Night
Unfolds by Molly Whalen
Quinn Hancock had it all, a life that everyone dreams of, but few are able to attain. She was what you called a "triple threat," brains, beauty, and financially successful, but none of those things kept her warm at night. She thought a change of scenery to the windy city may be just the thing to breathe life back into her love life. When her friend tries to fix her up on a blind date with a business associate, Quinn quickly figures out the difference between a blind date and being blindsided.
Quinn Hancock had it all, a life that everyone dreams of, but few are able to attain. She was what you called a "triple threat," brains, beauty, and financially successful, but none of those things kept her warm at night. She thought a change of scenery to the windy city may be just the thing to breathe life back into her love life. When her friend tries to fix her up on a blind date with a business associate, Quinn quickly figures out the difference between a blind date and being blindsided.
Unexpected Blind
Date
Joanne Rawson
Frankly, if you asked me six
months ago if I would give up my Tuesday quiz night with the girls, or go on a
blind date, then my answer would undoubtedly have been, “Blind dates are so
tacky. They are definitely for the desperate.” From the age of sixteen I have
had fourteen years of dating, ten boyfriends, six of them lovers and, up until
a year ago, had been in a four-year relationship that hit more icebergs than
the Titanic. No, my blind date love boat days have well and truly sailed. I am
so over men.
However, two weeks ago, Glenda,
Nell, Christine and I, hit Cupids Cave—Nottingham’s notorious Saturday night
hot spot for eighteen to twenty year old blushing brides to be, celebrating
their last weekend of freedom. It was reluctant moral support for Glenda, who
had been press ganged into her younger sister’s hen night. Like every member of
our group, Glenda was proud not to be married.
Tucked away in a corner, I was
not sure if I was more depressed that we were the oldest women in the club, or
that I recognised so many of my ex pupils I had taught biology to in the past
few years. At least three acknowledged me, flashing their diamond solitaires
under my nose. They may not have found any ecological break-through, but one
thing was certain, they had discovered a biological phenomenon that was
oblivion to me, how to get a man and keep him.
Snivelling into my fifth Sex on
the Beach cocktail, I began wallowing in a state of drunken remorse. Leaping
from my bar stool I declared the fate of my future. “I will never have sex
again, let alone have sex on a beach.”
“Of course you won’t, sweetie,”
slurred Christine, pulling me back down. “You’re in a friggin nightclub full of
friggin loved up women.” As Christine had told us a thousand times already
tonight, a club with no men was sad as someone going into a wine bar and
ordering coffee. “No offense, Glenda, but I need to find a club with some hot
blooded men, and show those bad boys a good time.”
Nell, thirty-nine, a
suffragette for women’s lib, now on her third pitcher of margaritas, for
herself, slammed down her glass. “Sod it. It’s against all my
princ—princ—oh bugger it.” She took a breath to stifle a hiccup. “Princ—iples,
but the time is right for you, Grace, to meet Adrian. He has been with us only
a few months at the nut house.” The nut house being our name for Fur Tree
Mental health clinic, where Nell worked as a drama therapist. “He is single,
thirty eight, very fit, plays a lot of sports, and owns his own house, and the
catch is this; all he wants is a good time. Hell, if he was a woman I’d make a
play for him myself.”
I shook my head vigorously.
“No, no, no. No blind dates,”
Somewhere between my second and
third tequila slammer, the girls had quashed all my issues of concern,
emphasising all he wanted was a good time. And, as Glenda, quite rightly
pointed out, “Jeez, Grace, you don’t have to marry the man.’ I found myself
agreeing to meet Adrian.
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