A co-worker of mine, whom I didn’t know well, asked me if I would be interested in going on a blind date with this guy she knew.After a series of bad blind dates, I reluctantly agreed. Within five minutes of accepting, my work phone rang, and it was the blind date.He started the conversation with the basics: name, age and what do you do. He then asked the most dreaded and forbidden question to all women – how much did I weigh? After answering, he responded with disappointment in his voice and said, “Oh, well, I’d like to meet you anyway.”Over the next 15 minutes, he shared that he had been recently dumped by his fiancÈ, and had been “fixed.” I decided at that point that this was just not going to work out, and we agreed not to meet.After ending his conversation with me, he called my co-worker and said that he really enjoyed talking to me and was sorry it didn’t work out. He suggested that she should explain to me that sometimes he acts strange due to the lack of oxygen to his brain, since he had been declared clinically dead – twice!
