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[A very tall man stares at her for a minute before speaking.]

Cinderella?

What happened?

Oh, just a really... Really... Bad date.

[Shes used to tall, she has the tallest boss in the world she's convinced. She throws her head back to look up like it ain't no thaaaang.]

Yeah, you know, leave on a memorable note.

Oh no... I'm sorry that it went so terribly. He probably was not your prince, if that's the case.

[Gabe ain't got nothing on this dude.

He shakes a shaggy head. Nope. He's never heard of this Cinderella stuff.]

Where were you leaving?

[How is that even a thing, she's pretty sure both he and Matt are 9ft tall! Give some of that height to people who need it!]

A pizza shop, after one of the weirdest dates.

Probably not, I'm convinced there is no prince and that my life is just some long romantic comedy that doesn't have a punchline.

Someone is out there for you. I do hope you're in a romantic comedy and not a drama.

Naw it's not a drama. I mean, it has drama in it. But mostly it's just one long joke. Like this time I ran into a pole in the middle of the pizza joint I was in, in an attempt to try and make it to my Uber.

Oh! Well, running into a pole is no glass slipper, but it's something.

Did your Uber leave?

He did not call me, so I'm thinking it wasn't the lasting impression I had hoped for.

No thankfully I nabbed it just in time. No riding home in a pumpkin for me!

You'll have better dates, with someone who can appreciate the humor of running into poles.

Avoid the guts and a pumpkin isn't too bad... not that I've ridden in one.

...foot fetishist?

The closest I've gotten to boys with fetishes is a rabbit with a thing for armpits.

Naw, just a really bad end to a really weird "date".

Some day, until then? I'll always have my own memories of that faithful night.

Was the pizza good?

Tell me all about it. I'll get wine or cider.

Cider motherfucker, it's fall!

Oh God, where do I start? First of all, you'd think we'd all know better then to just start flirting with people at bars. But I'm proud to say that, even though he was trying to take me home and fuck me, I did not go home with him.

Oh my god it's the best, they make a beer crust pizza man. To. Die. For!

[Comes with being part giant.]

He hurt you?

Do you want to go again at some point? I would like to try it.

Of course I love that place, plus I've now had two terrible dates there so they might give me a free pizza because they feel so bad for me!

[Well she's just going to be over here being all short like.]

Oh no, not at all! I hurt myself.

Two terrible dates at the same place? Why was the first one terrible?