Page 4 of Finding Frankenstein a Date

“It makes you look desperate and gives them the upper hand.”

“But I am desperate, and I don’t mind if they have the upper hand. What does that even mean?”

“It means they have the power in the relationship. You don’t want that.”

He frowned. “Why not.”

“Because you want to have the power.” Drac looked at him like he was crazy for needing it spelled out for him.

“I’m probably going to have a foot on anyone human, I’m strong as an ox and I can’t die. How much more power do I need?” Franky was convinced Drac was being dramatic for no reason. Or for nefarious vampire type reasons that didn’t apply to him.

“You want to be the one dictating the relationship,” Drac suggested. “And that’s got nothing to do with size or longevity.”

Franky shrugged. “I just want to meet people—I’m not playing games.”

“But they will be,” Drac insisted.

“No, I don’t believe that. At least not for all of them.” He could be just as stubborn about his beliefs as Drac. Possibly even more stubborn.

“Look, you’re both right,” Bob put in before Drac could counter him yet again. “Some people will be playing games, some will want the upper hand even if they aren’t playing, and some are genuinely looking for something like what Franky is. Unfortunately, it’s a matter of trial and error. If you don’t meet them, you won’t know.”

Franky nodded. He agreed with that. “I’d like to get started meeting people, please. If they are playing games, I will eventually find out, but in the meantime, I don’t want to play games.”

“Then let’s arrange some meetups!”

Franky could get behind that.

Chapter Two

Franky sat in the back booth of the diner, a Coke sitting on the table in front of him. He had four meetings set up over the next three hours from the dating site Bob had put his profile on.

He was ignoring Drac and Bob, who had insisted on coming along and were sitting in the other back booth next to his. They were both nursing coffees and were going to be wired by the time these dates were over. Especially Drac who was already on his second cup and they’d only been there for five minutes.

Franky had warned them both that if they interfered, he was going to go medieval on their asses. It was an expression he’d picked up recently, and he liked it a lot.

His first date was with Jason who Drac had called an adorable twink and Bob had said was no doubt looking for a Daddy. Franky had noted that Jason maybe needed a Daddy because he looked all of twelve. Bob had assured him that he didn’t mean Daddy like that and Jason had to be at least eighteen to be on the site and no doubt simply had a young face.

Franky looked at the big goofy clock over the counter, noting that it was two minutes past two o’clock and Jason was supposed to be here at two. He told himself two minutes was hardly late at all. Five minutes later, he was telling himself seven minutes wasn’t too late either, right? He couldn’t help but feel it was disrespectful, though. Like Jason didn’t think his time was important. Maybe Jason didn’t, maybe Jason thought that this was a pity date for the big ugly monster with the scars and the bolts in his neck and he didn’t need to be on time for that.

“Frank? Oh, there you are?” Jason headed down to his booth and Franky stood.

He held out his hand and Jason laughed and half jumped up to wrap his arms around Franky’s neck.

“I’m a hugger! And I’m so sorry I’m late.” Jason stepped back and looked up at him from beneath his lashes, which he batted. “Are you going to spank me because I am?”

Franky just stared for a long moment before slowly shaking his head. “I wasn’t planning to.”

Jason pouted. “Oh, that’s a shame! You have huge hands.”

Franky sat and made a gesture that meant please sit. The guy did. At least he looked a little less like he was twelve in person.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“I’d love a milkshake, please… Daddy.” Those eyelashes batted again.

In the booth next to him, Bob and Drac made noises. Franky ignored them.

“A milkshake it is, but I’m not your Daddy.”