Dating Site

He couldn't believe he had let his sister talk him into this. Match dot com. Fucking match dot com! She had even taken the liberty of setting up his profile complete with picture and his net worth, something that he instantly demanded she take down, the picture too. The whole reason he couldn't hold a relationship was because every woman who was interested in him turned out to be a gold digging bitch. He loved his job. Running a highly successful health club chain, Levesque Training Systems or LTS as it was later shortened to, was all he ever wanted to do. But his success had ended up biting him in the ass when it came to his love life. Nobody would suspect somebody like him to turn up on a dating site or at least he hoped they wouldn't. He swore if anybody he knew saw him on this thing he would die a horrible death. From the looks of things it didn't seem to be working anyways. He suspected that had something to do with the fact that he didn't have a picture. Everybody else had one and as morbid curiosity got the better of him, he began to scroll down the page, cringing and snickering at the things people were saying about themselves.

Bill. Aged 54. Recently divorced. Investment banker. 5 kids. 2 dogs. A summer house in the Hamptons. Loves swimming and tennis.

Holy fuck could this guy be any more boring? Wait! He found Bill's perfect match.

Mary. Aged 49. Recently divorced. Housewife. 2 kids. 5 dogs. A summer house in Boca. Loves sailing and squash.

Bill and Mary would no doubt find ever lasting happiness from those riveting descriptions. With a frown he clicked on his own profile and chewed on his lip as he read through.

Paul. Aged 35.

Wow, he was super interesting. Was it any bit of wonder he didn't have any likes or hits or whatever the fuck they were called? He sounded like a boring piece of shit. Maybe he should call his sister up and get her to fix this thing after all. So help him but his ego was starting to bruise. If Bill and Mary could get 100 people interested in them then so could he. With a long pull of the beer in his free hand, he was just about to close the screen when he saw a flashing box at the bottom right hand corner.

Click.

SMCT: Hello.

Hello? Seriously, hello? Who the hell was this and why were they starting a private message conversation with him?

LTSYS: Hello…..

SMCT: I'm going to take a wild guess from your profile page that you want to be here as much as I do.

That made him smirk. This chick was funny, well; at least he hoped she was a chick.

LTSYS: What? You don't think I sound like a spectacularly riveting person? I'm offended.

SMCT: I think you sound just as spectacularly riveting as I do actually.

Paul quickly clicked on her name, opening her profile page in a new window and started chuckling at what he saw.

Stephanie. Aged 29. Business woman. Doesn't want to be here. Forced by friends. Don't contact me.

Alright, that actually had him cracking up. But it begged the question, why was she talking to him?

LTSYS: Aren't we fantastic? By the way, I was forced by my sister. Great, isn't it, having a bunch of nosy fuckers force you to do stupid shit?

He sent the message, read over it and then frowned. Jesus he was a myopic son of a bitch. If this was the first impression he made on women then was it any bit of wonder he was still single? There was an extended length of time that passed with no reply. Great, he scared her off already.

SMCT: I like you.

SMCT: I'm Stephanie. Nice to meet you…if meeting over the internet counts and I'm not sure that it does but it's still nice.

Paul grinned at her message. He had a feeling this Stephanie was just as sarcastic as he was and yeah….he kinda liked it.

LTSYS: Are you asking me on a date already? You move fast, Stephanie. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with you.

SMCT: Most people can't.

LTSYS: I'm not most people.

SMCT: Who are you then?

LTSYS: I'm Paul, forced here by his sister and spectacularly riveting, remember?

Sitting on her sofa with a glass of wine and laptop resting on her knee, Stephanie McMahon smiled a genuine smile. She had no idea what the hell had possessed her to contact this Paul but she was sure as hell happy that she had. Call it stupid but she actually felt a bit of a spark, well, as much of a spark as you can get through flirty online banter with a complete stranger.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all? At the very least she had some wiseass to waste the rest of her evening sparring with. And at the most...well…..there was plenty of time for that.