How Bleezy almost got her groove back

Blake reports on a recent date on rbg:

I had approached the whole thing anthropologically - "what are these blind date things reeeally like?"

Exactly like the fucking movies. There are the moments where you wish that something would just fall perfect center onto your table, interrupting the whole thing - like a glass or chandelier or a dead body. There's the moment when you order "just ooooone more!" Manhattan, deliberately debilitating yourself.

There's the early moment when you try to figure out how many things you have in common:

"I just finished getting my Masters in computer programming." "Great! ... That's just great! ... I have a computer!"

There's the inevitable moment when you know that this just ain't the one.