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I downed my extremely expensive wine.
Might as well get something out of this bad blind date. I started, "Look, Mr. Dover – "
"Please," he smiled good-naturedly, "call me Ben."
"Right." I'm pretty sure I involuntarily twitched at that moment.
See, we were at this fancy restaurant called Seven Stars Restaurant near Valor Lakefront, which had exotic cuisine and even more exotic prices (at least for me, who thought hot pockets and a hard lemonade from the vending machine at Veilstone Department Store was a good time). My snooty coworker, Claudia What'sHerFace, had beaten me in sales at the Veilstone Game Corner (which, in my defense, totally wasn't fair because she worked the coin counter while I handled the prize exchange) and was getting married to this douchebag Mark Where'sHisBelt. Apparently, Mark Where'sHisBelt (trust me, his pants slide down perpetually) had this adorable rich mathematician friend that happened to live in Hotel Grand Lake near Lake Valor who I just had to meet, according to Claudia, and I was simply desperate enough for love to get ripped off my this stupid Staraptor-owning Ace Trainer (who had green hair, probably from all of the money he swallows from innocent young women) to fly myself down here.
"Look, Ben Dover," I coughed awkwardly to cover my oncoming giggles, "err, haven't you ever wanted to be something besides a mathematician?"
"No. I devoted my life to finding the solution to the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer Conjecture of the Millennium Prize problems listed by the Clay Mathematics Institute and plan on using the prize money to buy savings bonds to live in a sheltered farm house in Solaceon."
I choked on a bite of my 999 Pokédollar filet Miltank.
Arceus, could this guy get any more boring?
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