I recently entered the CBCBooks Stranger Than Fiction writing contest with a 250-word piece on a dating disaster (see previous blog posts below), and was happy enough that my entry was published online at the website. Unfortunately, I didn’t win the contest, but just wanted to thank all my friends who read my entry, and then took the time to tell me what they thought of it. It was fun to write it, and led to my remembering more stories, so I was glad to have received the initial nudge that got me writing again. Here’s the story (with all the punctuation in place, as I had intended it):
My first university year, computer dating was introduced. We latched on to a “scientific” way of meeting our perfect match, and filled in questionnaires. Cards were notched and fed through a computer, which spit out a list of compatible dates.
We pored over our lists, wondering who these guys were. Too scared to make that first call, we waited. Finally, my phone rang. It was the friend of someone named Carney. Too shy to call, he’d asked this friend to invite me to meet him at his house. We were in first year, so I became suspicious. Carney was living in a house off campus, not in residence like me. I wondered if I could bring a friend.
“Sure, no problem.”
So I asked Anne – always up for an adventure.
We walked to the house, rang the bell, and were greeted by a couple of guys. They introduced themselves then led us into the living room, asking us to make ourselves comfortable.
“I guess you’d like to meet Carney.” Even though Anne was with me, I was thinking I’d been foolish getting involved.
“Yes,” I gulped.
“Here, Carney! Come, boy!” Carney, a black lab, ran into the room.
Anne and I laughed in relief. The housemates were grateful for our good humour at their joke. It was the one time in my life that a blind date had been a real dog.
That computer date wasn’t quite the disaster you might imagine – I began dating one of Carney’s owners.