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having fun right now?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you don't seem too happy. Kind of... disappointed."

I mentally slapped myself for being impolite. "Well, umm,
it's just that you weren't what I was expecting, not to say I was
expecting someone really nice-- no, that's not right, I'm not
saying you're not really nice, far from it, or that I like people
that aren't nice, or that maybe... umm. Yeah."

"It's okay. I'm pretty surprised the booth lined me up with
you as well... I mean, you're sweet and all, but not quite was I
was aiming for."

"What? What's wrong with me?"

"Well, you're too clean. I mean, impeccably clean."

"I thought that was kind of a positive thing."

"Not at my job. Takes too much time to keep up an
appearance like that. And you can't dance... I always figured my
ultimate dream date would dance. Look, I'm sorry if I offended
you... I guess Cupid just bungled this one. Can't trust
technology."

"Yeah. No hard feelings?"

"Naah. How can I be angry at a stranger? We still have
food on the way, though."

"No problem, just flag down the waitress and cancel our
order. Look, I'm going to go make a call... I'll be right back."

I shuffled my way out of the Awkward Situation(tm) and made
a beat for the phones, pulling out the crumpled newspaper ad. I
dialed up the number I had written on the back, under the
address.

"You have reached Projected Aspect Dating. Our head love
doctor is out right now--"

"Pick up, Cupid, I know you can't actually leave the booth,"
I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Party pooper," he grinned. I know he lacked a face or a
way to transmit one over this cheap audio-only line, but I had a
creepy feeling that he was grinning... "Whassup?"