The mere mention of a blind date is cringe worthy. It’s as if your friends think you’re incapable of catching that fish on your own.

I’ve had my share of meddling friends when it comes to blind dates. They just can’t let you be single for more than a month. My friend Lori is very good at knowing my types. My friend Jessica on the other hand — not so much.

I let Jessica set me up on a blind date once. Actually, it was only blind for me, as he had seen me before. I guess she didn’t realize two people need something more than a physical attraction to have a relationship.

Why do friends think just because they have two single friends they should be together? They may have nothing in common and zero chemistry.

Yes, opposites attract, but to an extent. Two steps forward, two steps back. I think there are more steps back, M.C. Kat. Look beyond the fact they’re both single and decide if they would be compatible.

Let’s take my date with the poster child for extreme clubbers. He picks me up in his pimped-out Saab, complete with hydraulics, ground effects and a bumpin’ sound system.

I opened the door to blaring techno music. Someone pass me the X.

The conversation went something like this:

Him: Do you like … ?

Me: No.

Him: I’m really into … are you?

Me: Ah, no.

In between awkward silences, he told me how he loves to go to Zero Gravity, and, obviously, how he loves techno music.

As far as I was concerned, the date sucked. I didn’t plan to see him again.

Did she really think I was going to like this guy? Did she see us walking off into the sunset while swinging glow sticks on a rope?

To my surprise, he called later that week and invited me to a party. He didn’t offer to pick me up, to which I thought, “Hey, if you want me to come to this party, at least offer to pick me up.”

To his knowledge, I was without a car. With nothing else to do, I showed up with a friend. The party was actually semi-fun, probably because I wasn’t around him. After a few games of Riding the Bus, we were on our way.

Throughout the course of the next week I received three phone calls. You probably think they were from my date. Oh no. The phone calls were from my date’s friends.

After I left the party, he gave my number to three guys. Two invited me to a party and the other asked me on a date.

Proper etiquette would tell one to ask permission before giving out someone’s number, especially to strangers, but who has manners these days? Not this guy.

I was cordial to his horny friends and politely declined, but I was mad at my so-called date for giving out my number.

No chivalry, no manners and a love for clubbing. Thanks for trying, Jessica, but you know I go to bed early and he parties all night.