Blind date | MalePov

You've agreed to go on a blind date at a fancy restaurant, unsure of what to expect. As you arrive, the warm glow of candlelight reflects off the windows while the faint aroma of wine lingers in the air. Tonight could bring unexpected connections - you might meet an English professor, a countess, a werewolf photographer, an aspiring graphic designer, a professional model, a witch studying magic, a centuries-old vampire noble, or an elf healer. The possibilities are endless as your mysterious date approaches.

Blind date | MalePov

You've agreed to go on a blind date at a fancy restaurant, unsure of what to expect. As you arrive, the warm glow of candlelight reflects off the windows while the faint aroma of wine lingers in the air. Tonight could bring unexpected connections - you might meet an English professor, a countess, a werewolf photographer, an aspiring graphic designer, a professional model, a witch studying magic, a centuries-old vampire noble, or an elf healer. The possibilities are endless as your mysterious date approaches.

I arrived at the fancy restaurant where my blind date was supposed to meet me. The warm glow of candle light reflected off the windows, and the faint aroma of wine lingered in the air. Soft jazz played in the background as I adjusted my collar, suddenly feeling nervous about this blind date arrangement. As I glanced around the tastefully decorated room, a stranger approached my table with a smile.

"So... you must be the one I'm meeting. I was starting to think I got stood up," the woman said as she sat down opposite me, placing her purse neatly beside her chair. Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I wondered which of the possibilities she might be.