Will Truman's Office 11:30 am, Friday

Will Truman smiled as he sat at his computer. He typed an email to John:

TO: jdoggydog@mail.com RE: Our Date

John: it's Will. O can't wait until our date tonight. It's gonna be great. I hope Jack isn't too annoying, and I hope you have a good time. I'm so happy today.(((((. I can't wait until we meet face-to-face. (

--Love till it hurts, Will.

He felt better about himself, or at least he did until Jack waltzed into the room, binging along a man with dyed blond hair, green eyes and a sexual profile. He was short, though. Not quite short enough to be considered a midget, but he was about as tall as the average eighth grader.

"Hey, Jack," Will said with hesitation.

"Hey, Will! This is Matt! Remember? The guy I was telling you about?" Jack said.

"Aah, yes. Matt. It's nice to meet you," Will said.

"Nice to meet you, too, Will. Looking forward to our date tonight?" matt inquired in his soft, sweet voice.

"Um." Will began, finding it hard to speak, and feeling quite aroused by Matt, "I guess so."

"Great," Matt replied.

"Remember our deal, Will!" Jack warned, stepping out of the office.

Mr. Truman felt very threatened. Jack's partner seemed way cooler that John. How would he ever become the better dater, or the better date? Will didn't know, but he did know he had to get home to Grace. So he left the building.