Page 1 of Finding Frankenstein a Date
Chapter One
“So what are you looking for?” Dracula asked, pushing his cape out behind him and sitting in the comfiest chair in the place.
Frankenstein shrugged. “I’m not picky, really.”
“Well maybe that’s your problem.” Drac looked at his nails. They needed to be filed down again, they were looking a little… stabby.
“How is not being picky a problem?” Franky wanted to know. Seriously, wasn’t it a plus? He wasn’t confining his possible lovers to any particular type of person.
“You’ll take anybody, so why should anyone want to take you?”
Franky frowned, that didn’t make any sense at all.
“I think he means if you don’t define what you want in a partner, maybe that makes it harder for people to realize you could be a match?” Bob suggested, the slender human sitting cross-legged on the overstuffed couch, laptop balanced on his knees.
“But I truly don’t have any traits that are a must.” He just wanted some companionship. He wanted someone who didn’t think him too ugly to sit next to or to look at. Or to make love with.
“Well, should they be a boy or a girl?” Bob asked.
“Boy, girl, binary, asexual. As long as they are human, that’s all I ask for.” This wasn’t a hard concept, was it?
“So you’ll consider anyone who swipes right?”
“Yes.”
Bob shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a profile that basically says all comers welcome.”
Drac snickered. Both he and Bob looked over at the guy.
“He said comers,” Drac pointed out.
It took Franky a minute, but the penny finally dropped that Drac was laughing because he could make comers mean more than one thing, and one of those thing was sexual in nature.
“Are you sure you’re older than me?” he asked. Because much of the time, Drac was the biggest kid he’d ever known. And he’d been around the block more than a few times and had known his fair share of kids.
“Oh, where’s your sense of humor?” Drac looked from him to Bob and back, then rolled his eyes. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”
Franky tilted his head. “Is it dark?”
“Is what dark?”
“The mood.”
“Oh, ha, ha. You know damned well it’s an expression.”
Franky hid his grin. He did in fact know that ‘lighten the mood’ was an expression. But, speaking of a sense of humor, sometimes it was fun to mess with Drac. It was also very easy.
“So,” Bob said, moving to get them back on track. “Let’s start with your profile.” He grabbed his phone and took a couple pictures. Then he scrolled through them, frowning. “I’ve got an ap so we can get rid of the bolts and face scars.”
“Oh, I don’t want to lie.”
“It’s not lying so much as…”
“Polishing a turd?” Drac suggested.
Franky frowned at him. “That wasn’t nice.”
“I was just joking.”