Sara, 28, from Colorado, writes:

My friend set me up on a blind date with this guy she said was "just my type!" He took me to the opera and everything was going well. After the opera, he took me out a fancy resturant. I was really impressed and thought, "Wow, blind dates are never this good! Maybe my friend was right, he does seem like my type."

About half way through dinner while we were talking, all of a sudden his face turned ghostly white. His jaw dropped as this obviously angry woman came walking up to the table, red-faced with steam pouring out of her ears like in a cartoon. "What the hell do you think you're doing?.... Who is she?... What's going on here?... What happened to 'Guy's Night Out?'" It didn't take long to figure out that this woman was his wife and he was suppose to be "out with the guys."

I later called my friend who had set me up and proceeded to inform her that married was not exactly my type!