dracula had an almost expired certificate for a session of speed dating (sponsored by the lost souls of the underworld singles group). it was given to him last year at the office holiday party. one of the banshees in accounting thought it would be fun to have a white elephant gift exchange.

he had completely forgotten about it and coincidentally came across it while cleaning out a drawer in his desk. he snickered at the thought of going speed dating. after all, he was dracula. the dark under lord who discards the hearts and corpses of women without a thought (or much effort).

it was true that he had hit a bit of a dry spell. there hadn’t been someone who sparked his interest for a while. as he hemmed and hawed, contemplating whether he would actually consider this as a viable option to meet someone new he paused. unwilling to commit at this very moment, he made a mental note of the exact date of expiration on the certificate.

he opened the drawer and placed his free session of speed dating back inside it. slowly, he slid the drawer back into the desk. he didn’t have to make any decisions now.

the offer wouldn’t expire for another three weeks.