"I can't believe you're doing this."
"What? Taking my gay, single, lonely sister to a place made for lesbians to meet each other? You're right. What could I be thinking?"
"Hey! I'm not lonely!"
"I heard you trying to sing a duet with your dog."
"…I resent that."
"Noted."
Sadness slowly realized how depressing her life was as she filled out this match sheet. She lives alone with three cats, has a grand total of two friends, and spends her free time silently reading. Physical exercise is few and far between, and she only wears sweaters. On her torso that is. She wears pants. Wearing nothing but a sweater sounds really gross. Well, in public at least. With the right person…
Which was really why she was here. She didn't actually expect to find a date, but she needed to start socializing with people, before she forgot how to use her voice all together. Handing in her card, she took a seat and waited for the matching process to begin.
"Alright folks! Head to your tables!"
Joy took one final sip of her lemonade, then looked down at her card and headed to table one. Let the games begin.
4 tables in, Joy was out of both lemonade and hope for her dating life. There was that one tall woman that couldn't stop talking about roses, that one that wouldn't speak at all, and the one that threatened to cut her fingers off with a pair of scissors if she tried to take the only relatively normal person she'd seen so far, actress with brown hair. As she sat down at the halfway mark of her escapade, the first thing she noticed was the blue hair. The exact shade her's was. How hadn't she seen that earlier?
"Nice hair." She said, attempting to break the ice.
"Thanks. You too."
Joy waited for the short woman in the sweater to say more, but she did not.
"So…how's it going?"
The woman sniffled, and her eyes began to water. Surprised, Joy rushed around the table with her napkin and began blotting the tears away.
"Oh my gosh! Are you OK? I'm so sorry-"
"N-no no. It wasn't you. It's j-just that none of these people seem right!"
"Hey. Don't worry. I'm sure it'll be OK. Here. How about this? Two minutes isn't enough time to get to know someone anyway. Why don't you and I go on an actual date?"
"R-really?"
"Yeah! It'll be great!" Joy said as the buzzer sounded them to their next table.
"Here." Joy said, grabbing a Sharpie and frantically scribbling her number down on the back of Sadness's hand. "Give me a call. Any where you want to go, I'm good."
"It's time to move madam!"
"Yes I get it! Give me another moment."
"It's supposed to be two minutes time per person."
"Lady, two minutes is all the time you have left." Joy said, standing up and getting ready to go acquaint this woman with her right hook. But a hand rested on her arm and stopped her in her tracks.
"Bloody knuckles are not attractive additions to a date." Sadness said, giving Joy's arm a squeeze. Counting to ten, Joy nodded. "So you're good with our date then?"
"Absolutely."