Disclaimer: I do not own Monk, nor do I own eHarmony.
"Natalie, what," he paused, attempting to decide how to word his question in a way that she would understand the importance of its answer, "What channel is this on?" He concluded his question by gesturing his hands toward the television.
Natalie turned to look in his direction from where she was at in the kitchen. She was curious as to why he would ask her that, and even more so because she was certain she heard him hesitate before finishing his question. "Why? Is there something you wanted to watch on a specific channel?"
". . . No, not necessarily. But –," he cut his own statement off when he heard that commercial playing. "Ah, it's that commercial again."
Hearing her boss sounding so exasperated she couldn't resist the urge to ask, "What commercial Mr. Monk?"
Mr. Monk sighed in a form of frustration; he was more than ready for this commercial to end. "It's this 'eHarmony' advertisement, it's terrible!"
Natalie, by this time, had walked into the living room where Mr. Monk was at. She looked at him quizzically. She waited until the commercial was over before speaking again. "I don't see why you think it's so terrible."
Now he was looking at her quizzically. He couldn't comprehend how she missed what was so obviously wrong about it. He decided to enlighten her. "You see, here's the thing, it only gives twenty-nine dimensions. . ."
She cut him off before he could finish. "What are you talking about Mr. Monk? Twenty- nine is a great number! That's a lot of dimensions to compare compatibility with."
He sighed again. "But twenty-nine?"
"What's wrong with twenty-nine?" she asked, though she didn't give him the chance to answer before she continued speaking. "It's a nice rou –. . ."
Mr. Monk smirked, knowing she finally understood. He watched as she picked up the television remote and turned to channel ten, where, had you asked him, it should have been from the beginning. After she put down the remote she looked at him. "You're right, Mr. Monk; that is a terrible commercial." When she noticed that Mr. Monk was still looking at her she realized he was waiting for her to rectify her previous statement, so she said, "and twenty-nine isn't such a great number."