Going on a Blind Date with a Book.


BLIND DATES ALWAYS ran emotions through the wringer.

What did her name say about her?

Was she tall?


Good looking?







Would I take her out and have the night of a lifetime.

Or would I have her home by nine o’clock just as soon as she finished her second helping of apple pie down at the corner diner where everyone hung out because the jukebox was free and always playing something in the hot one hundred.

Usually Elvis.

Sometimes Fats Domino.

Always loud.

Thank God for loud if the conversation dragged, and I was sure it would.

Basically, I had problems with girls.

I would speak.

She would speak.

Then it was my turn again.

And I had nothing to say.

I might be anxious about a blind date with her, whoever she might be.

I’m sure she was mortified to be seen in public with me.

I was mortified to be seen in public with me.

Margo Bond Collins
Margo Bond Collins

Well, not long ago, I had another blind date.

I had a blind date with a book.

I looked around and picked one at random. It was kind of like a pick up at a singles bar. I was looking. The book was waiting. It was late. The bourbon had set in. I thought it might be a good match.

I chose Waking Up Dead.

I had never heard of the title.

But I liked it.

It was written by Margo Bond Collins.

At the time, I had ever heard of the author, although our paths would cross again on Triberr.

But she had written a thriller filled with murder and suspense, and I like thrillers filled with murder and suspense, so I thought I might give it a chance.

I read the opening hook:

When I died, I expected to go to heaven.

Okay. Maybe hell. It’s not like I was perfect or anything. But I was sort of hoping for heaven.

Instead, I went to Alabama.

That was good enough for me.

Some blind dates are disappointments.

This one wasn’t.

You are often relieved when a blind date has ended.

I was sad to see this one go.

It was smart.

It was sarcastic.

It was funny.

It was one blind date that, I’m glad to say, lasted the whole weekend.

Some blind dates never receive another call.

I think I’ll look and see what else Margo Bond Collins has written.

Go ahead.

Take a chance yourself.

You don’t have to spend the weekend alone.

Have a blind date with a book.

At $4.99 or less, it’s definitely a cheap date.

And when it’s over, you may not forget it for a long time.

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