The Days Gin Accompanied Me on Blind Dates

After I got into a fight with a matchmaker date for the Nth time, my uncle finally sent his trusted aide, Gin, to supervise my blind dates. This workhorse from the liquor factory thought he'd been given a job beneath his abilities. He treated me terribly and was even more critical of my blind dates. "You'd go for a guy like that?" "Your taste really is awful." "No poly relationships allowed." "No one-on-one relationships allowed." The year's almost over. If I'm still without a love interest by then, Gin's year-end bonus is doomed. (Banging gongs and drums) * I dug up an old middle-school-era idea (from Gin's vacation days) and decided to write it in honor of my childhood crush. Gin is the love interest. A little romance story (and ghost story). Theme: Stay true to yourself through hardship and adversity