It's For Your Own Good

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Blind Date Meme



Let's face it, sometimes it's difficult finding someone to share your time, and your heart (or maybe just your body), with. Luckily for you, you have well meaning friends. Unfortunately for you, you have well meaning friends who didn't tell you this was coming. That's right. They have taken it upon themselves (and no doubt friends of friends or family members or someone else who clearly doesn't know you) to arrange a date. Without telling you.

That's right. The dreaded blind date. Which means now you've got to get through at least a reasonable amount of time with a total stranger (or maybe not a stranger if you're particularly, well, we can't say if it's lucky or not) before you can reasonably escape. Maybe it will go well. Maybe this will be the start of the rest of your lives. Maybe you'll get laid. Maybe you'll have a horror story for the ages.

No matter what plays out, though, you're here. Might as well see just how your luck is going to play out.

How to Play

1. Post your character and canon below along with any preferences. Then go back and edit your comment with the next number in order (i.e. first TL is 1, second is 2, etc)

2. Tag other TLs. If a character isn't in normal preferences, ask if they might want a date that goes poorly instead!

3. Optionally, get yourself a truly blind experience by going here and randomly generating a number. Then find the matching TL (numbered back in step one) and enjoy your blind date.

4. For more fun, use the list in the first comment for randomized date locations!

Comments

[dead_tongue]

Does she know you're platonic?

...is he cute? And is he, you know. [Hope springs eternal.]

[work_wife]

I've explained it to her a lot. I haven't told her the other stuff thought.

[The question earns a chuckle and a nod.]

Objectively I can see it. The cuteness. But he's never been my type, you know? Probably was one of the hottest guys at school according to all of the other girls. AS for the other part, if he is, he hasn't figured it out yet.

[dead_tongue]

Well, understandable. For all you know she'll freak out and stop inviting you to sleepovers or whatever girls do.

[Iggy purses his lips a little and nods before relaxing back with a grin.] If he's really cute, I am happy to help him figure it out.

So he's the only one who knows? Well, and now me, a complete stranger your clueless friend thinks you would want to fuck. You'll have to tell her that she was way off.

[work_wife]

No. No, I don't think she'd do that. Nancy's nice and all of that. Especially since we've never had sleepovers. I don't hang out with a lot of girls actually? Which doesn't help.

[His comment makes her snort in amusement. Because that would be hilarious to watch. Like, stupidly so.]

Yeah, he's the only one I know that knows. Because I told him. It's hard to tell people, right? Like, the hardest. But yeah, I'll be sure to tell her.

[dead_tongue]

I don't hang out with many boys.

I guess I'm lucky - most people figure it out within fifteen minutes of meeting me. I mean, you did. I think, with guys, the second you don't express an interest in... I don't know football? People call you gay no matter what you really are. So I don't really have to tell anyone.

I feel like you can get away with being a 'tomboy' until you're like... twenty-five. Your family doesn't know?

[work_wife]

Guess we're both scared of getting caught? And I didn't figure it out. You basically showed it off.

[She laughs.]

Steve's more basketball and swimming actually. And yes, tomboy band nerd is what most people see me as. But I haven't told my parents. I don't know what to do with that yet.

[dead_tongue]

Okay, point, but you would have. If only because once we start talking music you'll discover my love of George Michael.

Swimming? Okay, I'm interested. Steve, call me.

[He laughs suddenly. It's brief, startled.] Sorry. Sorry, just... of course you're a band nerd.

Do they love you?

[work_wife]

You can love George Michael and be straight.

[Probably. She bets there are guys like that. Like Steve. Okay, that might be a point not in Steve's favor.]

Don't be. His chest is so hairy. It's ick.

[Do her parents love her? That's a whole question. Robin sighs.]

Probably. I mean, they're former hippies. All about love there.

[dead_tongue]

[He raises his eyebrows.] I guess.

Says you.

[He actually looks a little bit more sympathetic.]

That's a good sign! Uhm... maybe see how they felt about David Bowie?

[work_wife]

[Oh come on, no one wants someone with a hairy chest, right? That's not an actual thing?]

Now that's a hilarious tactic. Might have to think about that to test the waters. But that doesn't mean I'm necessarily comfortable with them knowing? Like, they could believe in something in theory and hate it in action. That happens, right?

[dead_tongue]

[Millions do! More importantly, Iggy does. ...okay he likes hairless too, but whatever.]

You're right - it absolutely happens.

My folks are... okay with it. Like I think my mom already knew when I was little. Maybe because I kept wearing her shoes. But even so... yeah. You just don't know.

Do they pay for your shit? Because that makes a difference, too. If you're independent you can be a little more free.

[work_wife]

[Well that's a whole life choice there, and Robin supposes she can support it because what else is she supposed to to?]

Not really so much as you'd hope for. Ends meet, but not much past that? And if you say independent, do you mean latchkey kid? Because that sounds accurate.

[dead_tongue]

I mean are you going to live at home through college? Because you know, if you pay for your own place... you can make it a pussy pleasure palace.

[Yeah. He just said that.]

[work_wife]

Oh of course not. I'm going to Indianapolis probably. Or further. Further might not be bad. Purdue if I can get in.

ANd wow, please never say those words again. Like. Wow. Just don't. That sounds so bad.

[dead_tongue]

Well then! You can live how you want to live. And maybe then decide what to tell your folks, if anything.

[He laughs, sounding startled into it. He covers his mouth, but he's still smiling.]

I'm not sorry.

[work_wife]

Now that sounds like the exact kind of avoidance I can get behind.

[She smirks and flips the menu over in her hands.]

Oh I didn't think you were. Don't seem the type.

[dead_tongue]

I have excellent plans.

[So modest, this one.]

You've already figured me out! That's either a sign that you're intelligent and sarcastic, or that I'm just terribly pedestrian.

You ever dated for real? Not this.

[work_wife]

Oh, why does it have to be 'or'? I believe in both. Both is so powerful at times.

[Dated for real? Oh no, that doesn't sound so. She shakes her head.]

Never even confessed.

[dead_tongue]

[He laughs again, loud but cut off quickly.] Ohhh, you bitch. You're alright.

You'll get there.

[work_wife]

I would have to find a girl that I don't think would out me in horror to do that. And I'm better than alright. I'm amazing.

[dead_tongue]

They're out there. It's not like lesbians are unicorns.

Unless you know something I don't.

[work_wife]

We should be. I deserve a magical forehead horn to stab people with.

[it would be useful.]

[dead_tongue]

Who would you stab first?

[work_wife]

[The answer was a large amount of people in the government, but that's hard to explain.]

I mean, I'm sure I could come up with someone.

[dead_tongue]

Nobody on the hit list? You're clearly too nice.

Or too overwhelmed with choice.