“I’ve never been much of a dreamer.”

No, I can’t say that. I straightened my tie in the mirror. She’ll assume I’m talking about my hopes for the future.

I couldn’t afford to fuck up this date. At most, I was in a position to have the relationship to end all relationships. At the least, I’d save her life. The tricky part would be not coming across as a nutcase. Something I wasn’t totally convinced of myself.

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“Jacob?” She approached me with an outstretched hand, and I plastered a surprised look onto my face. The dating site I’d so-called found her through was this newfangled deal where the guy’s photo was visible to the lady, but the woman’s face remained a mystery. They meant to ensure true love or some such crap. That I’d actually managed to choose her provided enough proof that she was the…