Blind dates

I watched Dating In The Dark last night, a new show on ABC, and found the premise intriguing. Three girls, three guys meeting each other “in the dark” and choosing their potential partners based on an old-fashioned tradition called “conversation.”  Not e-mailing, not cell phoning, not text messaging, and not face booking, just plain old face-to-face conversation, but without actually seeing the other person’s face.

The big reveals come near the end of the show, when the girls and guys walk out from the shadows and finally get to see each other. Then they decide whether they want to go on a real date.

Physical chemistry is complicated.  When I met Edgar on a flight in 1988 I was attracted to him at first sight and sound. He had snow-white hair, sparkling blue eyes and a hypnotizing Southern drawl.  If I had spent two hours in the dark with him before seeing him, I might have seen a bit of his inner darkness. His looks captivated me for a long time, too long.

I didn’t find David especially attractive when I saw him waiting for me in the diner vestibule in 2002.  We “met” on match.com, talked for at least an hour on the phone and then made the date (I guess you could say we “met” in the dark.) I liked him before we came face to face, so I gave it a chance.  We’re still together and I find him quite attractive.

My case rests.