The Eyeball Scout recently went on a blind date, even though the word ‘blind’ is a bit upsetting to those named explicitly for eyeballs. The date turned out to be with a girl from the new AN format.
The date started slowly because she was unable to authenticate me but finally I convinced her I was really me, only to be told, once we reached the restaurant, that she felt I should check in at the restaurant even though we were already there.
Frankly she didn’t look too good but the conversation was even worse. When I tried to speak she would interrupt with "Timeout!