On the subject of blind dates... my very first blind date was also my first date, which was also a double date. Sort of. I guess it wasn't really a "date" per se, it was meeting her at her 18th birthday party. Let me elaborate.
This is way back in undergrad, and a friend of mine knew I had never been on a date before (always too chicken to even try) so he and his girlfriend conspired to set me up with one of her friends. Funny thing, that girl actually had a boyfriend at the time but everyone hated him and figured it would end soon, and thought I'd be a good replacement. So anyhow, I get dragged along to her birthday and quite literally the moment I walk through the door she's on the phone getting dumped. Um, awkward?
We get introduced and spend a bit of the night chatting. It was just a meetup, no pressure, so I guess I wasn't freaking out. I really don't remember much (this was a lifetime ago). The next day my buddy asks me if I liked her, my response was "I guess? maybe?" to which he picks up the phone (we didn't have cell phones back then) and dials her number and hands it to me, and feeds me word by word the lines to set up a double date. Seriously, I was so tongue tied I probably would have panicked and yelled "yabba dabba do!" into the phone and hung up.
So the double date is at a local chain restaurant, kinda noisy and not good for talking but whatever. I'm super nervous and awkward and completely at a loss for words this time around, so to break the ice my buddy and his girlfriend decide to initiate a game of truth or dare (hey, these were more innocent times back then). I get dared... to hold her hand! (really, really innocent times). A brief moment of panic hits me, and then in a flash of brilliance that I'm still proud of to this day, I turn to her with a poopeatinggrin suave smile and say "may I have your hand, my lady?".
Ah and that was the start to a three year relationship. Blind (sorta) date, double date, and a rebound all at once.