What can I say…blind dates are ALWAYS a BITCH, with all your casual things, getting to know one another, faking how much you’re, into one another, when ALL you want, is this god DAMN SET-UP to be O-V-E-R…
So, she’d gone out, on a, blind date with dementia…she was, dropped off, by her loved ones, at that café that she used to love so much when she still had ALL her memories intact.
“Hi,”, she’d, greeted Dementia, as it’d, entered into the café…”tell me something ‘bout yourself…”, then, the casual things that goes on during the blind dates happened, all those, chit-chat, without ANY point, glancing down at our watches, pretending we’re, listening to each other talk, while, WHISTLING in our separate heads.
So, her first blind date with dementia, well, it went, okay, as Dementia had, requested to see her once more.
like this, perhaps??? Not my photo.
And on their second date, she sat, in that very SAME seat, in that very CAFÉ where she and Dementia were first, introduced…
“Hi, I think you’re, my blind date, but, I can’t recall your name, you don’t look familiar to me at all!”
Dementia: “uh, ma’am, this would be, OUR SECOND date, remember, last time we sat here, in these same seats, as we’d, introduced ourselves to each other???”
“Oh, I’m sorry, must’ve, slipped my mind!”………
And, each and every time, Dementia goes out, on those “blind dates” with her, it’d seemed, like the first time, and, Dementia NEVER gets annoyed, in introducing itself to her.
Life, the Obstacle Course 