Page 3 of Finding Frankenstein a Date

“This isn’t a contest,” Bob noted, ever the peacemaker. “We’re just trying to get Franky a few dates.”

“Well, are we going for dates or for hookups?” Drac asked.

Bob looked in his direction, and Franky shrugged. “I told you I’m not picky. I’d love for more than a one-nighter, but…” Well, a man had needs. Even a made-man like himself.

“So all of the above, eh?” Bob grinned and looked back at his laptop. “Okay. How about, a mature man, searching for conversation and more. Knows how to be a gentleman.”

“I can be very gentle,” Franky noted. “People don’t think so when they see me, but I can.” Just because he looked like a monster didn’t mean he wasn’t a good guy.

“This isn’t the jazziest of bios.” Bob ran his hand through his hair. “But it is nearly Halloween, so maybe the picture will draw people in.” Bob’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “Okay. There. Your profile is up.”

“Thank you, Bob!”

“I’m not making any promises that this is going to get you any dates, or even any interest.”

“I won’t get any dates if I don’t put myself out there.” Someone had told him that at some point. It didn’t make putting yourself out there and not getting dates feel any better, but it was true.

“True enough.” Bob grinned at him. “If this doesn’t work, I’ll take you out to a nightclub.”

“I like nightclubs.” Drac grabbed a bottle of dark red and filled his glass. Sitting back, he sipped at it. Franky was pretty sure it wasn’t wine, but he wasn’t going to ask.

“I don’t mind them, except that they’re so loud.” They tended to have darker lighting, which was kinder to his face, but sometimes, the noise assaulted his ears and he couldn’t stay for very long.

“Hopefully it won’t come to that. Or maybe we can try a bar first if it does. They’re not as loud. Usually.”

Drac nodded. “It depends entirely on the bar.”

Franky imagined Drac knew where all the loud and raunchy ones were.

Bob’s laptop began binging.

“What? Really? So many already?” Drac asked, moving to sit next to Bob and peer at the laptop screen.

“What?” Franky asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re just getting an awful lot of interest.” Drac took another sip from his glass.

“Every bing is someone swiping right on your profile,” Bob explained.

“Each one is a new someone?” Franky asked. There were an awful lot of bings. Far more than he would have expected.

“Yeah. You’re going to be spoiled for choice.” Bob gave him two thumbs up and warm grin.

“I guess the stitched together look is popular this time of year.” Drac shook his head, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

Franky stuck his tongue out at Drac. He didn’t care if it was childish; it made him feel better.

“So what do I do next?”

“Come sit with me and decide if you want to get to know any of these people better.” Bob patted the empty space on his other side.

“Just don’t respond to them yet,” Drac told him. “You don’t want to seem too eager.”

“But I am eager.” He was very eager. He would love to get started meeting people tonight.

“But you don’t want them to know that!” Drac insisted.

“Why not?”