Putting Yourself Out There [Valentine/Satoshi]
Feb 3, 2019 20:27:41 GMT
Post by Jen & Cheeto on Feb 3, 2019 20:27:41 GMT
Jen was doing something she’d never thought she’d agree to: going on a blind date.
She’d admit she liked the idea of matchmaking--leaving her fate for someone else to decide, meeting someone a professional thought she’d get along with. But this Tamernet event wasn’t even that; it was a completely random setup, where people were limited only by the preferences they stated. And these preferences were pretty vague; rarely did anyone specify beyond age, gender, and whether their date would be a human or digimon. It was enough to make her nervous; what if her date turned out to be creepy? Or worse, violent?
Come on, she thought to herself. Nothing was going to happen. She was in a fancy restaurant, for gosh sake; there were witnesses. And worst case scenario, she’d whip out that portal maker she bought in the Digital World and escape. Of course, that thing did take five minutes to charge…
She took a deep breath, reminding herself why she was doing this. In order to do right by Cheeto, she needed as much help with this Digimon business as she could get. And the best way to do that was to expand her social circle, to meet people who knew more than she did. Her main goal wasn’t to get a date, per se, but a new friend and contact.
That being said, she’d have to at least try for romance. It wouldn’t be very fair for someone earnestly looking for love to be met with questions on what to feed a Patamon.
She sat up on the bench, scanning the front lobby, looking for someone who matched the description on her D-terminal. She was dressed for the occasion: knee-length dress over leggings, a face full of makeup, hair brushed more carefully than usual--but it was hard to tell with her coat, hat, and scarf on. She took the hat off. They needed to see her face, too.
Whoever this person was, hopefully she hadn’t missed them. She would have worn a short-sleeved dress in the winter for nothing.
She’d admit she liked the idea of matchmaking--leaving her fate for someone else to decide, meeting someone a professional thought she’d get along with. But this Tamernet event wasn’t even that; it was a completely random setup, where people were limited only by the preferences they stated. And these preferences were pretty vague; rarely did anyone specify beyond age, gender, and whether their date would be a human or digimon. It was enough to make her nervous; what if her date turned out to be creepy? Or worse, violent?
Come on, she thought to herself. Nothing was going to happen. She was in a fancy restaurant, for gosh sake; there were witnesses. And worst case scenario, she’d whip out that portal maker she bought in the Digital World and escape. Of course, that thing did take five minutes to charge…
She took a deep breath, reminding herself why she was doing this. In order to do right by Cheeto, she needed as much help with this Digimon business as she could get. And the best way to do that was to expand her social circle, to meet people who knew more than she did. Her main goal wasn’t to get a date, per se, but a new friend and contact.
That being said, she’d have to at least try for romance. It wouldn’t be very fair for someone earnestly looking for love to be met with questions on what to feed a Patamon.
She sat up on the bench, scanning the front lobby, looking for someone who matched the description on her D-terminal. She was dressed for the occasion: knee-length dress over leggings, a face full of makeup, hair brushed more carefully than usual--but it was hard to tell with her coat, hat, and scarf on. She took the hat off. They needed to see her face, too.
Whoever this person was, hopefully she hadn’t missed them. She would have worn a short-sleeved dress in the winter for nothing.
