I had two blind dates:
The first one, when I was around 16, was so "off looking," that my buddy and I couldn't control our laughter when we walked into the apartment of his very good-looking date, and I met my date. We went to an amusement park. I told everyone I wasn't feeling well and needed to get home, because this gal just wasn't for me, in any way. When I walked her to her door, and tried to give her the perfunctory little peck on the cheek, she grabbed me and tried to inhale my face, no lie! While I remember my buddy's date's name, I have forgotten my date's name, probably because of some defense mechanism.
My second blind date was horrific: This college classmate of mine was married to this bisexual guy who was mostly gay leaning. She told me her sister was coming to town, and offered to fix us up for a double date. OK, cool, as my classmate was pretty good-looking. Well....... It turned out her good-looking sister preferred gay guys, too. We went to a gay club with male stage dancers, then to another dance club that was all gay. The sisters dished about how hot each gay guy was, as they watched the dancers. I thought I was in hell, with absolutely nothing intended, here, against anyone who's gay. I pulled the feeling sick line, again, and quickly left, to ride the bus back home. I had wasted an hour and a half of my life. The only thing that I got out of that experience was, I went on to do some research concerning women who prefer gay males for their relationships. FWIW, my classmate's husband couldn't stop his nightly cruising, complete with numerous restroom "encounters," as she told me, and they divorced about six months after my blind date debacle.