Author's Note: "Someone asked me before: where are you going with this? Is it going to just be a missing scenes story?" I pondered on it and the answer is no. You'll find out later.


Chapter 1: The Cooper Encounter


4:00 pm. It was 30 minutes prior to the agreed upon time. Amy thought that if there was an off chance that her date also arrived early, she would be able to end it quicker. It was not until 5 minutes later that she realized that there was a possibility for her date to be late and she had to wait even longer.

I should've stopped for feminine hygiene supplies before I came here.

As she anticipated the arrival of the man she was paired with, she contemplated on the reasons as to why she agreed to do this in the first place:

1.) Her mother would not stop pestering her to "meet a nice young man"

2.) Her mother won't let her use the George Foreman grill that seals in the flavor without the fat

3.) Her mother required her to report about her annual date

She never really believed in how online dating sites could possibly calculate a person's compatibility with a set of questionable algorithms, but online dating was the fastest way to get a date. She knew that most men she met through the website were either horny ass-grabbers or lonely and boring guys, but it was a chore that just needed to be done.

Amy didn't know much about the man she was paired with. The only information she had accumulated from the site was that he was a theoretical physicist with an IQ of 187 at Caltech University by the name of Sheldon Lee Cooper and a zoomed-in unflattering picture of himself. She didn't bother searching for more information about him since she was pretty sure this was a one-time thing. All of her dates have always been a one-time thing. She couldn't even remember their names or faces.

4:07 pm. A tall man with long hair and well-built physique came in the coffee shop. He resembled the guys in the cover of those erotic novels some of the girls back in her classes in college liked to read.

Could this be the guy?

Amy quickly checked her phone for the picture of her meet-up and he looked nothing like the guy. She further confirmed that he wasn't her match-up when she saw him making out with another guy.

4:15 pm. A man shorter than Amy came to the coffee shop and looked around. After a few moments, he saw Amy and approached her.

Maybe this is the guy. He seems to recognize me. Well, finally! The sooner this is over, the sooner I can go.

"Hi, I'm Jack, you must be Sherry," the man introduced himself, extending a hand to her.

"I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong person," Amy said, slightly disappointed that she had to wait a little longer than she had hoped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the man apologized before moving to the next table who Amy presumed might be his own match-up.

4:23. A dark-skinned man wearing a very strong cologne approached Amy, asking her if she'd like to hang out. She deduced that he might be one of those guys who liked to flirt with just about any woman they could come in contact with since he looked nothing like her match.

"Gop e Top Lop o Sop Top." Amy replied with her made up language, which the man responded with a confused look. Thinking that Amy might be a foreigner and didn't speak English, the man gave up and decided to try a different target.

Works every time.

"In a few minutes, when I gloat over the failure of this enterprise, how do you prefer I do it? The standard I told you so with the classic neener-neener or just my normal look of haughty derision?" A slim and lanky man said to his two companions upon entering the establishment just a few moments after the dark-skinned man left.

Could this be the guy?

Amy glanced at the photograph that she acquired from the dating website and glanced back at the man quibbling with his friends. He was taller than she imagined him to be.

"You don't know we're wrong yet," his Indian friend replied.

"Haughty derision it is," the lanky guy said, followed by an expression of mockery.

Let's get this over with.

"Excuse me. I'm Amy Farrah Fowler, you're Sheldon Cooper."

The three men looked over her direction. The lanky man looked at her and gave her a tiny, almost sympathetic smile.

"Hello Amy Farrah Fowler, I'm sorry to inform you that you have been taken in by unsupportable mathematics designed to prey on the gullible and the lonely. Additionally, I'm being blackmailed with a hidden dirty sock."

Not the opening line I was expecting but I'll go along with it.

"If that was slang, I'm unfamiliar with it. If it was literal, I share your aversion to soiled hosiery," Amy stated. She noticed that his two companions were now eyeing her with interest, shock and curiosity for reasons that she could not comprehend. "In any case, I'm here because my mother and I have agreed that I will date at least once a year."

"Interesting. My mother and I have the same agreement about church."

"I don't object to the concept of a deity but I'm baffled by the notion of one that takes attendance."

"Well, then you might want to avoid East Texas."

"Noted. Now, before this goes any further, you should know that all forms of physical contact up to and including coitus are off the table."

There was a brief pause. That statement was usually what relieved Amy of the tedious duty of listening to her date blab on and on about insignificant matters such as the Super Bowl or who the hottest Kardashian is. The only ones who usually stay for the date after that declaration are usually the ones who are too polite to turn her down right then and there.

"May I buy you a beverage?" The lanky man finally said.

"Tepid water, please," Amy responded with a forced smile.

I guess he's one of the polite ones. There goes my hour of harp-playing.

Amy was expecting a yawn or two during their discussion but she was surprised to find Sheldon to be a delight. She discovered that Sheldon was a man of science and looked at the universe as a puzzle to solve and approached every aspect of his life with logic, just like her. She was pleasantly astonished at how he closely resembled her way of thinking. Of all the dates she ever went on, he was the only one who seemed to match her intellect. It intrigued her, and in her mind, he wasn't that bad looking either.

As she conversed with her match-up, she occasionally glanced at his companions who were seated at the far end of the room, observing them. She thought of them to be like vultures, silently eyeing their prey while chattering animatedly amongst themselves like wild monkeys. She had gone on several dates but this was the first one she went on that had an audience.

It took her a while before she realized that she had gotten too carried away with their debate about the big bang cosmogony theory that what was supposed to be a one-hour date became a two-hour one.

"It seems we have exceeded the time limit we had agreed on for this date. I didn't even notice that it's been two hours."

"Oh dear, you're right! I need get back home if I want to get my laundry done in time."

"This was… pleasant."

"It certainly was. I was a pleasure meeting you, Amy Farrah Fowler."

"It was a pleasure for me as well."

As Amy was about to leave the shop, Sheldon called out her name.

"Amy?"

"Yes?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but would you care to exchange numbers? I enjoyed our conversation and would like to continue communicating with you."

If it was any other person, Amy would've said no, but Sheldon was different from all the others whom she had been matched up with in the past. She felt intellectually challenged from their chat. It was something that had never happened to her before on any prior date or from previous conversations she had participated with others. After some consideration, she decided to take him up on his offer.

"Certainly."


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~October 16, 2013~

Remade: ~May 30,2015~


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Amy pondered the question for a moment. She didn't think she'd ever feel the absence of a person, but she realized she missed having a friend who could actually follow her train of thought and understood what she was saying.