I've only gone on two blind dates, both in the early 70's. The first one was horrible! I did a favor for a girlfriend. She had a date with this jerk, but her favorite guy (who she later married) called at the last minute and asked her out. She desperately wanted to go with "fav guy", but didn't want to just cancel on the jerk. So, she asked me if I would go out with the jerk. To help her out, I said yes. UGH! What a mistake! The guy was overweight, wore floodwater pants (too short) with light blue socks, that didn't go up as high as his floodwater pants! His car was filthy. I tried to get him to take me to my hangout nightclub, cause I was going to have the bouncers (my buddies) kick him out. But, no, he wanted to go up to Lake George. While walking along the main strip, he picks me up and carries me. :
Oh, I was sooooooo embarrassed. Then, on the way home, once we hit town, he purposely tries to catch every red light ... and tries kissing me. YECH! I later asked my girlfriend why she would go out with such a creep. She says it's because he takes her to nice places. IMHO, that's not a good reason to date a person.
The second blind date really was fine. A guy at work had a friend from his bowling league, and fixed me up to go to the bowling banquet with this guy. He was very nice...was studying pharmacology. We had an ok/good time. The problem was me. He was too nice. At that time of my life I only liked "bad boys", and he wasn't one.