Whatever My Blind Date Looks Down on, I Have

The more she looks down on me, the more I get!

She thinks I’m poor? Money hits my bank account in minutes. She thinks I don’t have a car or a house? A Mercedes and a property deed are ready that very day. She thinks I’m not a rich second-generation kid? My dad wins the lottery jackpot that same day.

Other people go on blind dates to find a partner. I go to get rich. The girl who just finished lecturing me turns around and chases me, shouting, “I love you!” The blond guy who called me a weakling starts clutching my leg and calling me “Dad.”

Houses, cars, savings, muscles, literary talent, martial arts...

To all my blind dates, let the show begin.