Not You Again

Four blind dates in five days. I can't believe I agreed to this.

Actually, I can. That's what I do. I agree to things I don't want to do to make other people happy. In this case, my four best friends. They're worried about me and if going on a few dates will make them happy, then I'll do it. How bad could they be?

I probably shouldn't have asked that.

I'm starting to seriously wonder if my friends know me at all. Each pick is worse than the last, and none of them compare to my former fiancé. B...