"Soooo... will you do it for me? pleeeeeease?" said the voice from my iPhone into my ear.

"I don't know Aly," I said. "You really want me to go on a date with one of your boyfriend's friends who supposedly lives by me?"

"Why not? Yolo." Aly said with a sprinkle of sass in her voice.

"Aly, you know I hate that phrase." I said as I slammed my apartment door shut and collapsed on my couch.

"That doesn't matter. What does is that you need a good healthy relationship. This is the best I can do for you after you decided to move to Chicago to pursue your figure skating career and left me here in DC. And besides Jason says you'd be a perfect fit." She said with a tone of satisfaction.

"What does your boyfriend know about me?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter Blaire. Pleeeeeeeease?" she said.

"Whatever. I'll do it." I said.

"AHHHHHHH REALLY OMG THIS IS GONNA BE SO GREATTTTT AHHHHHHHHHHH! I'll tell Jason to tell him to meet you at the Starbucks closest to your house tonight at 7." Aly said giddily.

"Um, okay. Aly I gotta go." I sighed.

"OKAYY BYE! YOU WONT REGRET IT!" she squealed into my ear then hung up abrupty.

I started to question my decision as soon as she hung up. What could Jason possibly know about me thats good? My hair is uncooperative, I'm a huge Starkid fangirl and I spend most of my days practicing skating, because I don't know anyone who lives here. I glanced over at the clock which read 5:12 pm. I better start getting ready to impress this mystery guy im supposedly meeting at Starbucks.

After a quick nap, one long shower, some natural make-up and 30 minutes of hair straightening, it was 6:45 and I was ready to go. I examined myself in the mirror and saw what I saw most days: a girl with brown eyes, brown hair, tan skin and a dancers bone structure. For this blind date I chose a pink tank top, some jean shorts, a pair of vans and a gold necklace. I grabbed my phone and walked out the door.

The Starbucks was about a 5 minute walk from my house, so I arrived their early. I sat patiently for about 10 minutes, watching costumers bustle in and out with their coffee. At about 7:05, I heard a familiar sounding voice behind me.

"Excuse me, is your name Blaire?"

I turned around and my mouth dropped to the ground. Standing before me was no other than Joey Richter.