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Never have, and never appealed to me when someone wanted to fix me up with their brother, cousin etc. lol

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Met my husband on one!!!!:)  You just never know!!!

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I have been not once, but twice set up without me knowing before hand. Both were absolute mega disasters. Watch me not be polite the next time that happens and take a fast walk away.

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Yeah that would tick me off too!
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Quite a few times.

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No, I haven't, and yes I would

"Tangled is the web we weave when first we practice to deceive." - Sir Walter Raleigh

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Met my ex-wife on a blind date.

by (502,370 points)
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Yes a few times.  Only one was a complete disaster, the others pleasant however nothing came out of them

“Better a true enemy than a false friend.”

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I have. I love that element of surprise.  Back when AOL was brand new, I would meet people in person that I talked to online.   I was so careless looking back, but at the time I loved the adventure of it. 

interesting. I just realized that this answer contradicts another reply of mine on a recent post.
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Twice. After the first one, I swore I'd never do it again. Then about 5 years later, I allowed myself to be talked into going on another one, and during that disaster of a date, I remembered why I swore I'd never do it again! That was the last time.

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never and never will...too risky....

by (793,900 points)
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Yes, I've been on two blind dates. One of the women forced me to go on a date with her nephew, it wasn't a disaster but it wasn't good. The second blind date was really bad and unfortunately he thought it went well.

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ladies your date gon come out lookin like this

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and men your date gon come out lookin like this

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go on a blind date if you wish lmfao

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Been on a couple.  For various reasons.  We had nothing in common.  Friends who thought that we did must not have known either of us.  One was instructional.  A group I belonged to set up some blind dates when we visited similar groups in other towns.  Nothing there either.

Of course as a lot of people know, I am not the nicest guy or the brightest bulb.

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Once. Only once. It was a fix up "you guys have SOOO much in common!" Thing. Did NOT work out well at all.

Never, never, EVER again.

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Yes, I've gone out on more than a few when i think of it.  Still, my oddest one was two people have set me up on a blind date with my favorite cousin.  Now, I think she's lovely but she's my cousin.  Otherwise, they were all pleasant  and a few, I had met in passing before the date.  

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No way

We Rise By Lifting Others!

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I would never go on a blind date. I would have to know the person I'm going with, like their personality, like them as an individual, etc.

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I would, as long as they knew im differently abled.  I don't like talking about myself, and I do not want the entire date to be, "why do you walk with a limp?"  What happened to your hand?

Time is simply how we live our lives-Craig Sager

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yeah. they were pretty awful bc my friends basically did it as a favor to them. they thought i was hot but we had nothing in common.

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Why not?  Maybe you meet someone interesting,  maybe you don't.   All ya gotta do is be polite be yourself and hang out a bit.  Not like your going to have to spend the rest of your life with them

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My Mother, talked me into setting me up on a blind date, once. I relented and said yes. Never again! He was nice and somewhat attractive but I felt like I was out on a date with a little boy. I'm 5 feet and was taller than him! All he could talk about was how much money he has and the big house he's building in Texas. Every time i tried to speak, he would cut me off, and talk about himself, in a conceited way. Our date was playing bingo at a church that he wasnt a member of and the food was free. I cut the date short. 

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I have once before and I had a great time. I thought she did too but never called back and avoided all calls. 

"He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life." - Muhammad Ali

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Went on a few, none were good.  One girls was very fat, another would not speak at all.

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I"ve been married a long time but before I met my wife I went on one. A friend set us up and the girl was really hot and nice but just not right for me. But it was a fun date just didn't lead to anything else.

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It does happen that way

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I have never but I would love to try it!

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Yes, I have regrettably! I ha a work friend, she and I clicked. I introduced her to a guy I thought she would like and they clicked!

After I broke up with the guy I had been seeing she suggested I go out on a blind date with a friend she knew. You described him as great looking,a member of the Swat team of our local police dept. I was really hesitant but told he he could meet me at church on Sunday. She said he was really buff! waited in the church lobby until the service nearly started. Thinking he stood me up I took me seat in a pew on a aisle location! She had told me he wags a Christian so I thought this might be a good start! I gave her a description of the jelly green knit dress I would be wearing! As the music started he slipped in the pew! I could have died! He looked more like Barney Fife and wearing a suit several sizes to big! Turns out she loaned out her brother’s suit along with his shirt! He would have   been less of a spectacle if he had just worn a nice pair of jeans and shirt that fit him! I was very nice to him and went on out to lunch as planned. We had nothing in common!

I don’t know what was in her head?

The Leftists have left us!

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I have. I still laugh about it.

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I have, and even though none of them ever amounted to anything, they all ended up being fun at least for a short period of time.

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No never.

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I have never went on a blind date I am married so I don't need to. 

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I’ve never been on one before.

But I would but as long as they aren’t related to people I know because that would be a bit awkward...

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I met my husband of seven years on a blind date. It's currently one of the biggest regrets of my life. The first six years of marriage were wonderful and I believed he was the best person I could ever meet. I thought I had finally met a man who wasn't one of my professors, was only a decade my senior, and sincerely appreciated who I am as a human being. But this marvelous person sat through my dissertation defense. He read as much of my dissertation as he could get his head around. He heard what I said to my committee and what they said to me about my work. And two months later, without my permission, he applied FOR me for a dead end job that didn't pay a living wage and would allow his buddies to sexually harass me. If I can get my physical health to improve even a little bit, I can get a corporate job that pays a living wage and has higher ups that keep an eye on the department heads and middle management to see they don't abuse their positions for their sick jollies. The horrible job my husband found for me wouldn't have been horrible if I had been allowed to apply for it myself and the horrible incumbents hadn't been able to use my marriage as an excuse as to why they didn't have to treat me as well as the janitor: If I was married and my husband owned a house, I didn't need to make a living wage. I was told that, flat out, by my so-called department head. I would have given anything--anything--for the company president to have overheard her say that, because even she knew that was against every single equal opportunity employer rule in the book.

I worked very hard for three advanced degrees. I am physically ill. I finished my last doctorate and defended my dissertation in spite of the fact that I was in so much physical pain from a migraine (I have fibromyalgia; it causes migraines) I could barely see my dissertation chair when I was discussing Kristeva with him. Anyone who recognized the amount of physical discomfort I was in the entire two hour defense, and saw how well I did for myself, would have been stunned and even moved, even if that person did not like me as a human being. I would have given my worst enemy a hug and wept for her, if I knew for a fact that she was in the amount of agony I was, and she still pulled off her defense with such aplomb no one even knew she was in pain. My own husband didn't know until we were safely back at the hotel and I collapsed on the bed and just cried. I was in too much pain at that point to do anything else--it all just came out of my eyes. But even while I cried from the pain, I was smiling because I still won in spite of it.

My husband saw me fight for my life, in effect. I don't know that he ever saw anyone fight so hard or so long or against such tremendous setbacks. He said himself that he can't think of anyone else who did so much with so much adversity. And after all of that, he set me up to get browbeaten, hurt, and, from his point of view, hopefully so beaten down by vicious, dull witted bipedal animals that I wouldn't have the spirit to try to get on my feet again. He is still so angry that he and his buddies didn't manage to make me think that I couldn't work in the world with the degrees I spent much time and effort earning. And I did not go to cake colleges or do the minimal to get by--I have perfect or nearly perfect GPAs for each degree, even the undergraduate, and I have published papers I wrote for classes. My husband is angry that I discovered I can do quite well in the corporate world, which he did his best to give me a skewed, scary impression of, so I wouldn't try anymore. Fortunately, a total stranger, on the phone, disembarrassed me of the crud my husband spent a lot of time and energy attempting to suggest to me. My loving husband thought he could implant in me the fear of going out into the world and working like a person, as though my brain were so much fertile soil in which to plant his vegetable of choice. And I was supposed to be the vegetable of his home--excuse me, the angel of his home. Only, I didn't know there was so little difference in reality between an angel and a vegetable, where my husband's medieval mentality is concerned.

All I can say is that I wish I had never gone on at least one blind date. And if I did, I wish I lost his phone number the second I was out of his line of vision. The point to remember is this: You do not know the people you "meet" on the Internet, and blind dates are even worse if you haven't made contact over the Internet first: Men rarely give you any useful information online, but if you're fixed up by some helpful friend, you don't even have the half truths you may have been given if you chatted online, so you can at least catch your date in obvious lies. Those are the first sign that something isn't kosher in the state of Denmark.

I can remember one moment, in which I was sure the right thing to do was to dump the person who is now my husband of seven years (during which time I could have had wonderful sex with any number of men and women--I wasted seven years of my life with an abusive, worthless idiot. If I am ever in a position to do this, I intend to shame Purdue for giving people like my husband degrees--someone should have to answer for allowing that nitwit to call himself "Doctor."). He made comments about a movie we had recently seen together over an email (we were still doing long distance then--that means he was still a long distance away from me. If only I had kept it that way...), in which he denigrated the female character for having opinions and not following "her man"[sic] around with a brainless doe-eyed expression. These comments made alarms go off in my head, and I very nearly ended it with him. My major regret is that I didn't lose him when I could have. I will never get my time back. I will never erase the memories of being with him from my mind. I can't even hurt him enough to feel avenged--nothing I could do to him would be enough. Although, if there were a way to make him lose his doctorate, I would love to do that--he most certainly does not deserve it. He can barely read Joyce on his own (I'm a witness--his wretch of a catty mother marveled about how well I read Joyce's Ulysses, "I can see what's going on from hearing you read!" Her son doesn't read Joyce like that, to say the least. You should have seen the look on her face when I told her how much effort I spent rehearsing for my reading--I skimmed the original, truncated it for the reading myself and took a few notes as far as reading tones and pitches in the margins. I told her that, and from the look on her face I may as well have said I murdered her favorite puppy--instead of even going through the social motions of being politely interested, she didn't bother with a mask. She looked grim and bitter and looked at me like I was the enemy--for telling her, without meaning anything at all, what sort of preparation I made for the Joyce reading. I was the enemy, a threat, for not being dumb enough to make her son feel like a man.).

What I'm seeing now has been seen by other people. My mother, when she met my husband, said she got nauseated when she pictured the two of us together and never got over my being with him. She died of colon cancer not that long after. It is my private theory she got so depressed by seeing her gifted, pretty daughter with this revolting carbuncle that she succumbed to cancer. My mother isn't the only person who had that reaction upon seeing me with this man: My dissertation chair looked horrified when he met him. He seemed sure that my husband would have to be more like me looks-wise and he was appalled--even grossed out--and kept asking me if I was all right and if I wanted to see if the department secretary could find housing for me so I didn't have to go back home with my husband. So, my husband isn't worth me in terms of appearance, intelligence, credentials or even personality--you should have seen how much warmer his normal colleagues were to me than they were to him, ten minutes after meeting me. His only real friends at his place of work are the defunct maniacs at his little private dunghill of employment, who have undeserved positions of power over the normal people and are terrified of losing them because the normal people are getting annoyed (I'm not the only one--they'll get what's coming to them sooner or later. I don't have to give it to them myself.).

I would think that someone who is so far below me in terms of being an adequate match would at least show some appreciation of having me as his wife, but it's not enough--he wants to degrade me to the same nadir that he himself has lived in throughout his miserable life, and he's now sulking because, thanks to a stranger I talked to on the phone, I know that I can have a corporate job with decent working conditions and a living wage (none of which were available at the job he pretended was the best I was going to get. You should have seen his face when I told him who I talked to and what this man told me about his company and what I could expect after this man merely viewed my CV).

So, after seven wasted years, I find myself married to a passive aggressively abusive piece of crap, and instead of being happy with my current success and looking forward to my next step, I have to face moving across the country in my current state of health to take a full time academic job, OR I have to abandon the academic career that I love and I'm very good at to take a corporate position that will pay about the same living wage as a full time tenure track academic job. Thanks to my unhappy choice of men, I have to give up doing what I love, if I don't think my health will survive the strain of a long distance relocation, or I have to do something I'll be quite good at, although it seems a shame to have gotten all my degrees, have been told that all I need do is apply for certain positions to have the job of my choice, even, and then not to be able to take a job that's available to me because I doubt my ability not to go blind in the airport while trying to board a plane (I go blind from the migraines. They're not frequent, but they're still scary).

My advice: Whatever you do, don't get married. It turns into a miserable disaster more often than not--some people stay in the unhappy arrangement for their kids, and the smarter ones divorce. My husband was a model spouse until he saw himself losing what he saw as his power over me. He thought that he would lose me if I had a life. He came out and admitted it. What happened was that I had no intentions of leaving him until he started having hissy fits over my attempt to have a life. Understand that my guy was the last person I ever pictured doing this to me--I'm still reeling in shock. I think that any relationship that claims it's going to last forever is just unrealistic and destructive. If I had never gotten married, I wouldn't have moved to live with him, I would have stayed in the vicinity of my doctorate-granting institution and gotten the sort of job all my colleagues moved into after they graduated. Living with my husband, I was out of the loop and lost a lot of valuable career opportunities because of it. I cannot think of a single way in which I benefited by being involved with this man, but I can think of a dozen reasons why I am right to deeply regret it.

Use your gifts. You are a great person in your own right. Date for fun, not for some long term saga, because, in every instance I know of firsthand, so-called great romances do not work out. I'm going to have great sex for the rest of my life, with one person or with various people, and I dearly wish I made this resolution seven years ago.

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Yes, I have.  He turned out to be a great guy!

by (820 points)
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I've been on a few but that was in my single days

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Yes and I did....enough said.

by (100 points)

no i never been invited to one by a girl around my 16 1/2

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