( it's not exactly a blind date. though, technically speaking, he's never met the girl in question, he hasn't been set up by a well-meaning friend or a particularly over-invested ex-girlfriend. this is just a function of the okcuddle software, a randomized date assignment, intended to allow those less brave to enjoy the arrangement of a date with someone suitable for an evening. where things go from there, of course, is hardly guaranteed.
so it's not really a blind date in the strictest way. at least, that's his rationalization as he tugs at the knot of his tie, adjusting and re-adjusting until he finally throws it to the ground with a huff. no tie, then. he'll just go the button-down shirt and blazer route, and pray to god or jack kerouac or whoever might be listening that it's good enough.
granted, he's probably — hopefully? — not being set up with a waldorf, so it likely won't matter. but, in any case, he'll go. he'll find the designated table at the designated italian restaurant and wait, ever so patiently, for his mystery date. )
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so it's not really a blind date in the strictest way. at least, that's his rationalization as he tugs at the knot of his tie, adjusting and re-adjusting until he finally throws it to the ground with a huff. no tie, then. he'll just go the button-down shirt and blazer route, and pray to god or jack kerouac or whoever might be listening that it's good enough.
granted, he's probably — hopefully? — not being set up with a waldorf, so it likely won't matter. but, in any case, he'll go. he'll find the designated table at the designated italian restaurant and wait, ever so patiently, for his mystery date. )