"FWLS39" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)A Future We'd Like To See 1.39 - Misery Date
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994) The clipping was pretty clear : this dating service will GUARANTEE you a perfect match, or your money back. They also boasted a 97% success rate. From the outside, however, it did not look like much. Mostly like one of those one-credit booths that produce washed- out holophotos which make everybody look sort of purple. (I suppose that's no big deal for some species, but for humans like me, it wasn't that hot. However, this is not a tale about photography.) Closer inspection revealed that this WAS a one-credit photo booth. They didn't even remove the little slot the pictures shoot out of. The 'PHOTO-WHILE-U-WAIT' logo had been partially pulled off, and replaced with a 'PROJECTED ASPECT DATING' sign in pink crayon. I was beginning to suspect a joke. It wasn't uncommon to have joke ads in the C'atel Times... heck, they ran one for a baldness cure last week that had five hundred bald men knocking down the door of some randomly-picked apartment. The riot police had to be called in. It clearly SEEMED like a joke... the with comfy chairs and pleasant music and pictures all over the place. Pictures of miracle dates that worked, people with perfect hair, perfect clothes, no zits... I had none of the above... this was, well, just a booth on a street. Still, physical appearances don't mean anything. Or at least they shouldn't. I mean, I'm a pretty okay guy... I like poetry and computer games and the occasional hike up the calm yet slippery C'atel mountain ranges... what woman wouldn't want to go out with me more than once? Seventeen at last check, all picked out by various computer or video dating services. It was enough to make a man give up. Almost enough. I had this silly notion in my head ever since reading Romeo and Juliet in seventh grade that everybody had one person somewhere in the universe they were MADE for. 'course, only 1% of the general population ever bumped into that person, but I was trying my best. It's not exactly easy to tell... you don't get that 'Looking across the room at your destiny' type feeling they tell about in books. So, I was trying computer dating. If I can match up enough interests and ideas and stuff like that, I should find that one girl, right? It was logical. A logic that had failed me, as mentioned, seventeen times. |
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