Thirteen years ago I was sitting at my desk at work very anxious for tonight. I was 24. I was single. Just couldn't find the "right" guy. I felt like time was running out (yeah right) and I so badly wanted to find that guy. Tonight I was going on a blind date. It was my third blind date ever but the one I was most hopeful for. I had met this guy's brother at my brother's wedding and I thought, "how different could brothers be?". The brother was funny, nice, cute, and most importantly, normal. My other blind dates hadn't been so normal. One of them talked about his house in the Hamptons for most of the date and just couldn't understand WHY I didn't have one or why I wasn't interested in getting one. He also told me everything I was interested in or liked was trite. I left the date totally insulted and feeling, well, trite. My other blind date suggested going to a "champagne lounge" for drinks but told me when we got there that he despised champagne and wanted to get sparkling apple cider instead. That was fun. And I ended up paying for it which was less fun. Needless to say, I was very hopeful that this blind date would be different. Better.