Your friends promised this was going to be the perfect blind date, but you’ve quickly come to realize this is more like a nightmare come to life. A beautiful, witty and arrogant little redheaded brat sits across from you, tapping and scrolling through her phone with ridiculously long nails and a tiny low cut dress. Her eyes finally turn towards you, big and blue batting through thick long lashes. She smirks as she sizes you up, almost giggling, as if the person across the table from her has finally caught her attention and she is very amused with what she’s surveying. This is obviously not a good match and she hasn’t even said a word. You struggle to figure out why you are so nervous, and what about this young woman is so unnerving? Breaking the silence, she casually says the most scathing, earth shattering statement you’ve ever heard. “What's up, bald spot?” She goes on to interrogate you, firing the most personal and disrespectful questions you’ve ever heard. If you have money, which your mutual friends promised you do, why haven’t you fixed that obviously growing bald spot? Don’t you realize it’s a sign of bad genetics and makes you totally unfuckable? Do you think a guy like you can walk around unkempt and have a chance with her, while women walk around like pampered princesses, pristine and taking such superior care to be perfect. Bratty bitch Cordelia will bestow some wisdom and advice upon you before she abandons this totally abysmal blind date.