People go to blind dates the same reason they go to casinos. Hoping to hit the Jackpot. But most of the times they end up broke or alone at the bar. They know it but they’re still willing to take that risk. And they go there hoping for the best.

So that’s how you find yourself all dressed up, in front of a Martini glass or a Coke, checking your watch every 10 seconds. You scan every guy who enters, more and more convinced that this time it must be him. You smile, he smiles back but he passes right by you and stops 2 tables away where his friends are. Or even worse… (more…)