I was leisurely scrolling through Facebook when I came across an advertisement from KFC asking people who want to go on a blind date to sign up. I was a single man in the month of love. It dawned on me that I could sign up and get to be on a date on Valentine’s Day. So I took a screenshot of the ad and posted it on my WhatsApp status. The caption read, “Guys, what do you think about this? Should I do it?”

I have a few friends who have made it their life’s mission to unsingle me. When they saw my post my WhatsApp messenger was flooded with their responses. One person said, “Yes, you know we want you to find a girlfriend and be happy.” Another one said, “Maybe this is your chance to meet the love of your life. Don’t miss it.” “For once, you get to go on a date on Valentine’s Day. And if it goes well, you may find yourself a wife,” came another response.

I told them I wasn’t going to do it. “I was just playing. You people should let it go.” They heard this but they did not accept it. The conversation went on and on until I was convinced to give this thing a shot.

I clicked on the ad’s link and started filling out the forms. I was sailing through it smoothly until I got to a part that required me to record a video of myself describing the kind of lady I wanted. It killed my interest instantly. That’s because I was someone who didn’t like being in front of the camera. So my registration for the blind date ended there.

I was at home one day when I received a call from the organizers of the blind date program. They said that I had been paired with someone. First, I was confused. I didn’t complete the sign and process. Besides, I wasn’t sure I submitted the forms. So why did they select me?

Regardless, I asked the lady who called to share the news, “So what’s next?” She gave me the details of the place and time I would meet my date and wished me good luck.

As soon as the call ended, I dialed my best friend’s number. “You won’t believe the conversation I just had,” I started, “The KFC blind date organizers have paired me with someone.” After I narrated what transpired, she practically squealed. “Oh, this is exciting! I am so happy you are doing this.” I told her, “No, I won’t do it.” She didn’t accept my answer.

She encouraged me to do it and then coached me on what to do and how to go about it. She advised, “There is no harm in trying so go all out. It may be a hit or a miss but at the end of the day, you will know you did it.” I must admit I was skeptical and at the same time curious.

Val’s day that year was on a Sunday. Right after church, I went in search of the perfect gift for my date. I didn’t want to be the guy who showed up on a date empty-handed. I am, after all, a gentleman.

When the moment of truth came, I wore my best outfit and headed out to meet the lady who might set me on my love journey.

I am usually late to events but that day was different. I left the house earlier than I should in order to get there in time so that I would not keep the lady waiting. I am a gentleman, remember?

Gift in hand, I was ushered to my designated table in wait for the lady of the night. It wasn’t long before my lady was led to my table. Was I disappointed when I saw her? Absolutely. She was nothing like my type. Of course, it was not anyone’s fault. I didn’t send a recorded video talking about the type of woman I wanted when I was signing up. So I had to accept who they chose for me and hope it still works out.

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“You look nice,” I complimented her when she sat down. Then I added, “Here, I got you something,” as I handed her the gift I picked out. I am not much of a talker so that would have been the end of the dialogue for me. Thankfully, we were provided some questions that served as an icebreaker. Had it not been for those, I would have sat there staring at her face all night.

As we got talking, I kept an open mind determined to see how things would turn out. We ate, talked, and laughed. It was nice. Everything was going well until she told me she’d been having sex with her ex. I don’t even know how that information got into the conversation but I was not pleased to hear it.

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Still, I was thankful she told me. The revelation solidified my decision that our encounter wouldn’t extend beyond the confines of the restaurant. How is it okay to keep sleeping with your ex even after breaking up with him? It was a dealbreaker for me.

After all was said and done, she asked me, “Shouldn’t we exchange contacts so we can pick up from here?” I didn’t want to complicate things so I took her number and promised to call her. That was the end. I never got in touch with her. That was my first and last Valentine’s Day outing. Time has passed but I’m still here single.

—Adotey

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