“They are a joke! Not that I’ve ever been on one before. If you want a blind date, go to a pub where it’s dark and see what happens. At least then you have options. I don’t know if I trust people who honestly like to go on blind dates. I feel that kind of sadistic pleasure is one step away from wearing someone’s skin as a jumper. More or less.” Perhaps a bit extreme but she was sure it was an unnoticed sign of serial killers. She trusted her friends with a lot of things, finding her a “match”? Not going to happen. She’d be worried if they knew anyone as nutty as her.
“I don’t know, I’d hate to agree on that now and jinx us for later. What if you want to start talking about feelings and wanting to hold hands? Sorry mate, I can’t risk that kind of disaster.” Alicia took a slow drink when he asked the occasion for drinking. What wasn’t the occasion these days? Fred’s birthday, George’s reaction to their birthday, the brand on her arm, her bogus medical debt, her low funds, etc. Fuck it, she could deal with those later. “In the words of a very noble and learned group: life’s a piece of shit when you look at it. They go one to say something about looking on the bright side and for me the bright side is always beer. Lots of beer. You?”