Years ago, I let a friend and her boyfriend talk me into a blind date with a guy. This guy was only going to be in town for a few days, visiting his relative, who was a coworker of my friend's boyfriend. The longer they "talked him up" the more worried I became.

He was a country and western singer who also rode in rodeos. Yada, yada. By the time they came to pick me up (double date) I had in my mind's eye a big old burly, handlebar mustache wearing, tobacco chewing, *^#%kicker who was going to good old boy me to death all night.
I forewarned my friend that SHE was to come to the door to get me, not my date. I wanted a report on him before I'd even get in that car.

So she came in and said that he was actually nice looking.....better looking than her date. I told her she'd say whatever was necessary to get me in that car, wouldn't she?

Eventually, I stomped out there, got in the back seat and I swear, I didn't even look his way for a good 5 minutes.
Finally, I decided to give him the once over. Sha-zam! He was
GORGEOUS! 
Later, we both had a good laugh because it turned out, he had been dreading it just as much as I was, and he was pleasantly surprised too.

We had a great evening. As I said, he was only in town a few days, so I never dated him again.
He had a minor hit song and was a one-hit wonder, never making the charts again. I have no idea what he's doing now.
