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Blind Dates by Maggie Wells


Hello, my lovely Lagniappers! We’ve visited a few times now, so thought I’d share a couple of the experiences that shaped my perceptions of romance. When you read this, you will understand why I seldom write a love scene where the action plays out smoothly.

People have asked where the inspiration for my latest release, The Last First Date, came from. The answer is simple: It sprang from the sad story of my one and only blind date.

You see, in the spring just after my first annual 29th birthday I was in a dry spell in my dating life so arid I could hear the air around me crackle…You get my drift? A friend wanted to set me up on a blind date with the cute new guy in her office, and I was just desperate enough to agree.

I’m glad to say, he lived up to the hype. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I opened my door. The guy was gorgeous. We planned to go to a 9PM show comedy show, but we were early so we went to the bar next door to pass the time. I’d love to blame the booze for what happened, but I’m not that much of a lightweight. I was stone cold sober when we walked approximately 100 yards from the bar to the comedy club.

And I tripped.

Over nothing.

Did I stumble a little? Did I flail and catch myself?

Uh, no.

I took a flier, landing on my arm and bouncing my forehead off concrete. The fall was so spectacular that people waiting to get into the club left the line and hurried to help me up while my date stood staring at the clumsy lump on the ground.

Of course, I was mortified. I brushed myself off, insisting that I was fine and trying to laugh about it.

Did I mention the dating dry spell? Yeah…So…The date must go on!

I excused myself to clean up. Once in the ladies room, I promptly fell apart. The other women were sympathetic and consoling. Cool paper towels were pressed to the growing knot on my head. Cosmetic bags were produced and my face was fixed. They even combed my hair to cover the massive lump on my forehead.

Before I knew it, I was handed a cup of ice water and given a gentle shove back out into the lion’s den. I laughed my way through the comedians, but by the third act I came to realize my head wasn’t what was bothering me as much as the odd weakness in my left arm. By the end, I couldn’t lift to applaud.

When my date asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, I told him that I really didn’t feel well and I thought I should call it a night. My roommate was staying at her boyfriend’s that night so I called her, leading with the headline, “I think I broke my arm!”

One painful x-ray later, my fears were confirmed. I was broken.

Doped, plastered to the shoulder, and over the whole dating thing, I spent the rest of the weekend with my matchmaking girlfriend and faithful roomie by my side. I never heard from Mr. Blinddateman again.

The moral of the story? Dating can be hazardous to your health.

That’s why I had to write the story of a blind date gone tragically wrong. And what better night for the world’s worst date than New Year’s Eve. This was the inspiration for The Last First Date.

The Last First Date_Maggie Wells

First date number forty-eight comes to a screeching halt for Detective Langley Sheppard when his date lifts a pack of gum from the local convenience store. But things start looking up when he encounters spunky damsel-in-distress Jessica Vickers, who’s stranded in the store parking lot. Now Lang is about to discover that on a night when everything goes wrong, falling for Jessica feels spectacularly right.

**Comment below and tell me your dating horror story (you can make one up if you wish), and I’ll give one reader a digital copy of The Last First Date! Contest ends 9/18 at 11:59PM EDT.**

By day, Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She’ll tell you she’s a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can’t help herself…that’s part of her charm. You can find her online at




Author: emilycale

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6 thoughts on “Blind Dates by Maggie Wells

  1. My dating horror story? My Senior Prom (which was close to 30 years ago – ack!)… I went with someone I didn’t know very well but was encouraged to accept his invitation by some folks that I knew from my swim team. First thing that should have thrown up the huge ole stop sign was when he asked me if *I* could drive that evening because he’d lost his driver’s license. (I told him NO, so we ended up carpooling.) We got to the restaurant for dinner and I had excused myself to go into the bathroom… and while in there, I was approached by a woman who warned me about getting too “comfy” with my date since he was actually DATING HER DAUGHTER!!! Yup. They were a bi-racial couple and his parents did not approve, so he picked me to go with since he knew I was oblivious to their relationship (I wasn’t into gossip so I had no clue). Needless to say, I was completely MORTIFIED that I was unknowingly hurting this poor girl’s feelings! That was strike two… Strike Three came when we left the dance to go back to a hotel to change into clothes for the “Post Prom Party” and everyone in the car was smoking joints – which ended up giving me a HUGE contact high. Then no one wanted to actually GO to the Post Prom, so I was stuck at a hotel with a bunch of horny, high teens. I remember sitting on a bed in the room on the hotel phone (no cell phones way back then LOL!) trying to find a friend to get a ride out of there while my date tried to convince me to “have some fun” (yes, the same guy with the girlfriend) and another couple had sex in the other bed (oh, and guess who had a baby 9 months later??!!!!????). If my kids tell me they don’t want to go to Prom, I do not think I’ll try to force the issue LOL!!

  2. Thanks so much for hanging out with us today, Maggie!

  3. Dating IS a hazard. I think my stint with eHarms took years off my life. lol. But there are always hilarious and horrifying tales to tell after each and every date, and some even become inspiration for works of fiction. So I guess that makes them kinda sorta worth it in the end. 😀

  4. That blind date sounds like a bad break. ( I couldn’t resist. I’m hanging my head in shame) are you able to look back and laugh?

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