I got set up on a blind date, once. It was October 22 1986. I was told me to meet Tina for drinks at this open bar. I went at 4 in the evening, saw this beautiful woman already sitting and hoped it’s her. I went and introduced myself and she had this poker face for a while and finally smiled and greeted back, I’m not much of a looker but not that weird to put someone of their words. Anyways she insists she doesn’t want to consume alcohol that evening, so we decided to go watch movie. It was true stories, we talked mostly through out the movie, got glares and shushs and finally we decided to leave and go club hopping. It was one crazy night, she was so free, happy and cheerful all of a sudden. She was just wow, it was around midnight she told she must leave and we shared a kiss, our phone numbers and a cab. I came home and checked for voicemails, there is this flood of frantic recordings of my friends and sister asking me my whereabouts and to call her back immediately. I called my sister at middle of the night, she was still awake. I asked her if she’s all right? She was the one by the way who set me up on this blind date. She tells me then that my blind date couldn’t meet me because of some emergency and when she( my sister) called the bar to let me know, the bartender told her that I already left with my ” blind date”. That’s when panic set in her and swore to never set up blind dates to anyone. It’s 24 years now but I don’t know what happened and how it all went but I was so clueless to not even doubt about who that woman was? She gave me wrong and invalid number and I never got a call from her either. I still carry some feelings for this woman who made me feel used, it keeps bothering me time and again. I never told this to my wife but my sister had to puke it out on this new year’s eve. My wife wants me to just forget about that mystery heartbreaker but feelings are not materials that you get rid of.