THE PREMISE: Please describe a blind date. Make it up or give us a little truth is stranger than fiction. Bonus points and adoration from afar: If you make it up, include “Finland”,“chenille robe”, and “casserole” in your submission.
Any blind date that starts out with a casserole? Is destined to be a bad one.
Of course, based on her sister's description, she had no choice but to go. The *perfect* guy only comes along every so often, right? At least the *perfect* guy who is also straight, available and gainfully employed, with the added perk of being new in town, after a transfer from Finland, making him particularly vulnerable to the charms of her secret recipe (cribbed from finnishcooking.com).
