The Truth Over His Head

Synopsis

My blind date, James Wilson, politely slid the menu across the table to me. "Take a look and see what you'd like. Don't be shy," he said. His smile was perfectly measured, but behind those gold-rimmed glasses, he was checking me out without even trying to hide it. Just as I looked up, a series of transparent pop-up stats exploded above his head, like special effects in a video game. [Name: James Wilson] [Mama's boy score: 99%] [Violent tendencies: 78% (when dealing with those weaker than himself)] [Actual monthly salary: 1,700 dollars (plus an extra 7,000 dollars from his parents)] [Credit record: Excellent (not eligible for loans)] A blood-red warning popped up, bold and huge, flashing frantically right in front of my eyes. [Warning! Severe male chauvinism detected. Risk of domestic violence after marriage: over 90%! Isabella, get out of here now!] My hand suddenly trembled as I held the cup. The scalding coffee splashed across the table in an instant.