John walked up in front of Erin's house. He wasn't entirely sure about this; his friend Bill had set them up on this date, and had assured him that Erin would be just perfect for him, but still, a blind date was a blind date, and John was a little nervous. Now he was standing outside her house, ready to knock on the door; was she going to be cute? Was she going to be nice? His last date had been a disaster, and while this was only dinner and a movie, he didn't want to be stuck with a psycho or a troll for the whole evening.