The Weekday One Hundred

A veteran of the speed dating scene, she assumed she’d met them all – the dumb, the ugly, the hairy, the boring.

But she was desperate and signed up for another. She wasn’t prepared for the horror that was waiting for her.

“Thought you were above these things,” she said, watching her next potential date settle in.

He was tall, dark, handsome – the only guy that fit the bill in this pathetic excuse of a speed dating event. Too bad they were related.

“Thought you’d given up,” her brother answered.

“Can we do the next three minutes in silence?”

“We can.”