The Wrong Blind Date Novels & Stories

Irene grabbed the jar and started drinking. The table exploded with cheers. “Chug! Chug! Chug!” The first sip burned. By the third, her vision blurred. By the time she reached the bottom, the world was spinning. The crowd banged the table, chanting. "Dance! Dance!" Irene stumbled to her feet, wobbling. The music pounded in her ears. But she danced. Laughter. Flashing cameras. She didn’t care. She just needed the money. She was mid-spin when she tripped, falling—

Emily raised her cup and took a sip of lemon juice, her mind filled with disbelief. "Damn it! That blind date at the resort was an absolute disaster. Rob and the matchmaker exchanged a few words, insinuating that Lucas was my lover. Then, the matchmaker had the audacity to inform my parents. “They pressured me into inviting Lucas over so that they could scrutinize and assess him. And I figured it’d be wiser to shift the dynamics and just ask Lucas for a favor. That way, I can bid farewell to these dreadful blind dates and steer clear of the ensuing troubles."

"Just now, that person is my blind date, and you chase her away" She looks not so impressed with him. She thinks with her hand to her chin. "Blind date? How old are you?" "Twenty-Six!" "Hmmm, but still you're a little bit older than me! But then again, you still have to choose your blind date wisely because that woman was up to no good. If you decide on marrying your blood relation which is possible, you will be cheated on!" Angelo scowls. "What are you saying?"

David couldn't figure it out, so he picked up the phone and called Jordan, "Mr. Reed, I saw Executive Assistant Nelson in that blind date program." "I'm not blind!" Jordan roared fiercely. He also turned on the computer and searched for the video when he got home. Somehow, he felt a little better when he saw that Irene made herself ugly. However, Jordan was furious as no man chose Irene throughout the program. What were they doing? Was there something wrong with these men's eyes? Such a beautiful woman was standing there, yet the men all picked the other bad-looking ones. They were blind for sure.

"Adam Cupid." Jason glared at the posters maliciously as if he was going to rip them off the wall. "You do realize Adam Cupid is a kid, right?" He spat indignantly. "You could get apprehended for crushing on a minor." Evelyn flinched backward like she'd been punched in the face. "Are you being for real right now?" She grimaced. "I don't get what's going on in the inner workings of your head but let's get something straight... I'm 25 and Adam is 22. There's just a three-year gap between us. And unlike you, I don't go around dating kids half my age."

Damn, she thought later. Amanda, Grace, and even Freddie all thought Lea was at fault. "Why should I know his profession? He didn't even introduce himself, and he didn't give me any chance to talk properly. He just kept being annoying all night. Who wouldn't get provoked?" Lea grumbled, trying to explain her behavior. "Well, you should have taken the initiative to ask about his biodata, hobbies, favorite movies, or any safe questions that could avoid prolonged confrontation. Instead, you discussed both of your absurd behaviors when you became blind date partners!" Amanda commented again, still blaming Lea.

Before Amora could respond, the woman continued, "I just wanted to remind you that you have a blind date scheduled with your dating partner at Fairy Cafe at two o'clock this afternoon. Please don't miss your chance, Miss Lysander." "W-Wait a minute. I think you have the wrong person," Amora explained. She had never participated in a blind date with a man or been set up through any dating app as described by the woman named Angeline Stewart. "But aren't you Miss Lysander? Amora Lysander, isn't that correct?" Angeline reiterated, making sure she wasn't mistaken in contacting her app client. "Yes. I am Amora Lysander. But I never signed up for the matchmaking app you mentioned," Amora asserted

I don't have the time to wonder which song he means, or that he even knows the one that comes to my mind because he's already standing up and coming closer. "Wow, your eyes really are different. I noticed something the first time, but I was too far to see well. Wow." He's mental. I instinctively lift my hand and start rubbing at my right eye as if I can wipe out the brown spots, scattered around the gray pool of my iris. He grasps, alarmed and the moment he does, I know what caused it. Stupid blouse. You know, I sometimes have that crazy idea of not wearing black and this is what I get for my bad decisions. Remind me next time why I shouldn't try out new colors, okay? And here it goes.

That was enough to put Alexander's mind at ease. When I got home, I looked at the photo on the wall and felt nothing but bitter irony. I took it down, smashed it into pieces, and tossed it in the trash. It was my birthday that day. I waited all night, but Alexander never came home. Later, I checked my phone. For the first time in ages, Joanna updated her social media back in Valeria. She posted a photo of the two of them sitting close on a bench in Moon Goddess Garden, holding hands and sharing a kiss. The atmosphere was romantic, almost painfully intimate.