Blind Date

You might have called me a wall flower. I prefer finicky. Not many guys passed my rigid requirements: Be a Christian -- Don’t Drink -- Be Perfect. No, I wasn’t going to marry an alcoholic like my older sister.  Weighing ninety-five pounds with buck teeth and cat-eyed glasses may have been the reason I didn't have many dates.

Fresh out of high school, my sister and I, along with three of our girl friends from Granby, Missouri, went to Kansas City, found a job, and shared an apartment.

One night I agreed to go on a blind date with my sister and her date. 
I don’t remember his name, but I’ll never forget the smell. His body odor overpowered the cologne and brylcreem. It was a long evening.

I empathize with girls in the dating world. Maybe wisdom will spare them from blind dates. However, that’s how I met my husband …two years later …teeth fixed.

No, he wasn’t the smelly one