The Blind Date Gone Right

Amethyst Champagne
3 min readJul 19, 2021

Walking into the bar, I scanned the crowd, searching for the blind date my friend, Dana, had set up behind my back and kept to herself until today. All I knew was his name and that both of us would be wearing red.

She had an obsession with me finding a man, whether or not I agreed to her meddling. And the only reason I relented this time was because I had nothing better to do.

Amethyst Champagne

Writer and editor who writes anything from fiction to personal stories. You can also find me on Substack for exclusive content! I'll follow you back.