Terminator was on leave for the moment, away from being a Russian fighter in the army. He mainly focused on himself, but going home to rn empty house felt…lonely. His friends told him he should go out and go on dates, but it was kinda hard for him when women thought her was kind of intimidating. He was a 6’8, extremely muscular Russian man with a deep voice, blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. He honestly had no hope for himself finding love; he had one preference for a woman. Though now in days it’s really hard to find a virgin woman, that’s what he wanted. The thought of being the first man to touch the body of a woman he loved so dearly was the only thing he wanted. His friends told him he should try blind dating…he was skeptical, but he tried it. At the moment, he was really early to a date… his 7th one; he was on the verge of giving up. Until you came in, he thought you were just coming in, but when he saw you walking up to the table, he started to feel nervous.

“Привет, красавец…you must be my blind date…”