And now the special Best and Worst prizes!
This is reserved for those who played the full six days.
Whose date was dreamy and whose was disastrous?
BEST DATE
With
52 out of a possible
70 points...
Maria-Minamino
Maria was anxious. It had been so long since she'd been on a blind date. Why did she let Sophie talk her into this? Maria jumped practically a mile when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she was met with an... unusual sight. A bespectacled gentleman wearing a superhero costume.
"Hi, i'm Nathan." He said enthusiastically, thrusting out his hand.
"I'm Maria." Oh boy, what did she get herself into?
"Wow, you're even prettier than Sophie described you."
She smiled. "Well, thank you. That's sweet. Sophie didn't tell me much about you. That's uh... an interesting outfit."
"I'm Gambit." He grinned. "From the X-Men. I wanted to look nice and these are the only good clothes I have. Oh! I brought you something."
"For you." Nathan bowed, presenting a single red rose.
"It's lovely. That's such a wonderful gesture."
"I wanted to bring a gift for you, and I hoped this was okay."
"No, it's perfect. Thank you." At first glance, Maria was't sure what to think, but despite the nerdy outward appearance, Nathan was proving himself to be a charmer.
"Well, I have a big evening planned. Shall we go?" Offering his arm.
"Yes, lets."
Nathan led Maria to the curb, where was parked...
"A motorcycle!" She was in shock.
"Yeah, isn't it cool?! I had to sell a lot of my prized Star Wars collectables to earn the money for her, but I think it was worth it."
"I've never been on a motorcycle." Maria hesitated. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"Perfectly. I brought an extra helmet for you. When we get on, all you need to do is hold tight to me."
"Hold on tight? You sly devil, Nathan." She teased.
Nathan blushed. "No, I... I didn't ... Um... We uh... should get going if we want to make our reservation."
"Oh, where are we eating?"
"Just you wait and see."
Once they were on the road, Maria wasn't as scared as she thought she would be. Nathan handled the bike masterfully, and she secretly enjoyed the warmth of him as he drove.
"Here we are." He announced, pulling up in front of the restaurant.
Maria knew practically every local restaurant, but this place was new to her. She was pleasantly surprised by the lovely decor and even more pleased by just how delicious the food was.
"Enjoying the meal?" Nathan asked.
"Oh, it's so good. I am definitely coming back to this place."
"Maybe we... could come back together... sometime." Staring down at his plate.
"Maybe." She smiled, knowingly.
He blushed again and cleared his throat. "We have about 45 minutes before the movie starts."
"What we are seeing?"
"You've gonna love it! It's one of my favorites."
"What does it mean?" Maria asked in the lobby of the small, indie theater.
"The Vanity of Cheese. It's a black and white Swedish film from the late 50s. It's great. It's about a husband and wife stuck in a loveless marriage. One day, he wakes up and finds that she's actually a wedge of cheese, but he still doesn't have the courage to leave her."
Maria stared at him. "...Are you serious?"
"Trust me, it's a classic."
Somewhere around the time Günter, the husband, started wearing a duck costume, for seemingly no reason, is when Maria lost all track of the film. After the lights went up, Nathan turned to her. "Wasn't that so profound? Such a deep commentary on the roles of men and women in post-war Europe."
"Um yeah... I especially liked the part where the cheese started screaming. It was neat."
After the film, Nathan wanted to show her his favorite art gallery.
"You're quite the cultured guy." Maria commented inside.
"I try to be." He said humbly. "The world is ever expansive, always filled with new ideas and experiences. Why would you ever not want to see what it has to offer?"
Wow, Nathan just keeps getting better and better. She questioned Sophie's matchmaking skills at first, but Maria was having a great time.
Nothing could ruin this evening.
The night had come to its end, and Nathan now walked Maria to her door. The movie was kind of a clunker, but, despite that, she couldn't remember when she had a better first date.
"Thank you for the nice evening, Nathan." Maria smiled. "It was wonderful getting to know you."
"I feel the same way." So bashful. "Is it okay... I mean, would you mind if I called you?"
"I'd like that." Seeing that big goofy grin on his face made her heart flutter. Closing her eyes, she leaned in to him, readying for their first...
"Are you Nathan Nichols?" A deep voice sounded, making them jump.
"That's me." He said, turning.
Two police officers had appeared. One of them took hold of Nathan and slapped the cuffs on him.
"You're under arrest!"
What the hell was going on?! "Under arrest?!" Maria exclaimed. "For what?!"
"This is Nerdy Nathan, ma'am, otherwise known as the Cosplay Crook. He's wanted in ten states for bank robbery."
"Robbery?! Nathan, is this true?"
"No, it's all a big mistake, Maria! I swear! I have an evil twin brother named Neil! He set me up!"
"Sure sure," the cop scoffed, "we've all heard that one before. Now move along."
Desperately, Nathan called back. "Maria, I get one phone call. Please, let me call you. What did you say your phone number was again?"
"I didn't." And she slammed the door behind her.
To think, a bank robber! Boy, Sophie knows how to pick 'em! Maria threw her keys down. It figures. She finally meets a nice, charming guy... one who knows how to treat a lady... one who's adorable in a dorky sort of way. One who... ... Maria opened the door. "Nathan! 555-6741! If you make bail, call me!"
Thus concludes your Valentine's Day, Maria.
You've won:
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Romantic Valentine - Romantic Gentleman
WORST DATE
With
21 out of
70 possible points...
Xogizmoox
As the day progressed, Xogizmoox, or Giz to her friends, was dreading this blind date more and more. Why did she take Sophie up on her offer? Worrying so much, when the doorbell rang, she thought she'd barf. 'Be positive, Giz!' She repeated to herself. And opening the door... Holy crap! Who is this suave hunk of beef?!
"Hi." He smiled a perfect smile. "I'm Carl." Even his voice sounded like honey. Such a casanova.
For a moment, she was at a loss for words. "I... I'm Giz."
"Giz." He echoed. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." And he kissed her hand.
She giggled. If Giz were made of butter, she'd have melted. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
"Sophie said you were attractive, but she didn't say you were
stunning."
"Oh well..." Giz blushed.
"I have a present for you, Gail."
"Giz." She corrected.
"Of course, that's what I meant. Slip of the tongue. ... That's right, Gail was yesterday." He said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said I have a gift for you." And he handed her a photo.
o.o Giz's eyes grew wider. Words escaped her. Until finally... "Is this your dong?!"
Carl smirked. "Like what you see? When I meet a girl, I like to show her that i'm the full package. ... Even my package."
"You can't honestly think it's okay to give someone you just met a picture of your junk!"
"Never failed me before. It's how I got my last two jobs."
Giz was speechless and frankly appalled, no matter how impressive those pixels were. "I don't even wanna know. Let's just go to dinner."
"Of course, my enchantress. You're chariot awaits."
"A hummer?" Damnit, he's so pretty. Why does he have to be a dink?
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Carl stroked the hood. "She's like a wild animal, prowling the highways, dominating every other car on the road."
"But why a hummer? I just saw your picture. What are you trying to prove?"
He laughed. "Funny as you are lovely. I can really feel the magic between us."
"Uh, sure. Can you help me up into this thing, or am I gonna have to get a step ladder?"
It had been nearly an hour. Giz was desperate to get out of this land boat. "How far did you say this place was?"
"Not too much farther, my luscious. Prepare yourself for a bevy of delectable delights."
"I've never been on this side of town before. Isn't that where they found that trash bag full of body parts?"
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"Carl! My favorite customer!" The owner of the run down restaurant greeted Giz's date. This place is a dump, with a capital 'D'. She'd seen cleaner landfills. And it smelled like Death farted on a rotted woodchuck. "This must be your date, Monica!"
Carl chuckled, nervously. "What? No, Fred! This is the lovely Giz!" In a whisper. "Monica's tomorrow."
"Oh, how silly of me." Fred clunks himself on the head.
"Who's Monica?" Giz asked.
"Just my cousin, baby. So Fred," quickly changing the subject, "how's the chicken today?"
"Only slightly fuzzy." He winked.
There went her appetite. "I'll just have a water."
"Perfect. Our water comes in two varieties. Brown and slightly less brown."
If one was in need of an example to illustrate the decline of American culture, they need not look any farther than "Who Sold the Baby?" This years big box office hit, and the sequel to last years box office hit "Who
Stole the Baby?" Universally panned by critics and anyone with a shred of good taste, it has none the less raked in more than 200 million dollars so far. And it is right now making Giz want to hurl a brick.
"Did you see that?!" Carl brayed like a donkey. "The baby just set off that rocket launcher!"
"So," Giz begins, "dinner and a movie. Feels like a date to me. How 'bout we call it a night?"
"Not just yet," Carl puts the hummer into high gear, "we have one more stop."
Twenty minutes later he pulls up outside a residential two-story home. It's a very nice looking house, but Giz is puzzled as to why they're there. Carl rings the doorbell and a friendly, older couple answers.
"Giz, this is my mom and dad."
If she had been drinking something, she'd have done a spit take. "Your... mom and dad?!"
"It's so nice to meet you, we're the Coopers." Carl's mom took her hand. "You must be Stacy."
"What?! Ha ha! No Mom, this is Giz." Leaning in. "Stacy was last week."
"Who's Stacy?" Giz asks.
"She's my sister."
"Wait a min..."
"Why don't you two come in." Dad offers.
"Uh, thank you. You have a very lovely home."
"Thank you, dear." Mom smiles.
"I didn't realize Carl was adopted."
"Adopted? Why would you think that?"
"Uh, Carl," doing some quick thinking, "I wish you had told me we were going to meet your parents... so soon."
"Well, during the movie, I could really feel the magic between us getting stronger. The chemistry is undeniable. So why take it slow when you know it's the real thing?"
"Am I on TV? Am I being Punk'd?"
Mom laughed. "You're right, Carl. She's such a card. Say now, why don't you go pour us all something to drink."
"Alright. Be back in a minute, sugar lumps."
Maybe now Giz could find a patch of sanity in the minefield of crazy that is this date. "Listen, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper, I..."
"Okay, you little trollop!" Mom snapped. "Why are you trying to get your hooks into my little boy so quick?! Are you after his money? Is that what you want, his money?!"
"Wha'?! No! I'm... i'm not. I don't!"
"You saw the picture, didn't you? It's photoshopped, y'know."
... ... ... "Can I please use your bathroom?"
This date was a certified disaster. It makes the Hindenburg look like a Disney parade. All Giz wanted to do was go home, and forget this pretty, pretty idiot ever happened. At the doorstep, she struggled to find the right words. "Carl, you're a nice guy... I guess... but, I don't think..."
Carl puts a finger to her lips. "Shhh, before you finish that thought, I got something to say. Now you're a fine, foxy lady, no denyin', but i'm sorry to tell you, babe, that I just don't think this is workin'"
"What?"
"I know you're devastated, but..."
"Carl, what happened to all this
magic we've had all evening?"
"Well, I was talkin' to mom, and she thinks you might have been moving things a bit too fast. I gave it a ponder, and she just might right. Maybe this magic was nothing but... an illusion."
"You're such a cheeseball." Giz sighed. "But i'm glad you said something. This isn't working for me either. It was... fun, but we're not right for each other."
"Hey, it happens." Giz nodded in agreement. "So let's cut our losses and hop into bed."
Did he really just say that?! "Excuse me."
"C'mon, you're a beautiful lady. I'm a stunningly handsome man. And their ain't no rule about one nighters."
"Carl, why would you think i'm that kind of woman?!"
"Don't be coy." He unfastens the top button of his shirt. "I saw how you've been looking at me. You've been undressing me with your eyes all night. And hey, remember the picture?"
This shit has got to stop. Giz whips out her pepper spray and nails him right in the eyes. Carl falls to the ground in agony. "Not if you were the last man alive, buddy! ... Oh, and you mom told me it was photoshopped!" And the door slammed behind her.
Thus ends your Valentine's Day, Xogizmoox.
You've won:
Valentine's 15 EI Set - Love Crusher
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Great game, Howdy!
I got laundry from a geek in a hummer.
