A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.
That's right. It was time for Three Minute Dates once again. Come one, come all, for your speed dating and getting drunk before speed dating!
At 8:00 promptly, the lights went dark. And then,
The Final Countdown began...
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"Hi!" she chirped. "I'm Rebecca."
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"I've ... never done anything like this, have you?"
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Rebecca Logan: Not exactly super subtle.
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She should not have wanted to add preferably the naked kind. It was suddenly warmer in the bar.
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That was not by any way at all, Rebecca.
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"Thanks," she said, not pulling back from the touch at all. "Yours is really ... flattering."
To Rebecca's boobs.
"I like your hair, too."
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"Oooh, who makes that lip gloss?" She leaned in -- hi, Tara -- and turned her attention toward Tara's mouth. Because she could.
It was entirely possible that Tara wasn't even wearing lip gloss.
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Her tongue darted out to taste that artificial raspberry flavor, and now Tara was remembering what it felt like to kiss somebody wearing flavored lip gloss, and, God, it had been a really long time.
"So, you, um" -- deep breath -- "... you like girls."
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"Yep," she confirmed, plucking the straw out of her drink and tracing it over her lips. "So do you."
Just so everyone was on the same page.
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Dammit, why was time almost up? How did people do this?
Rebecca didn't seem to be having any problems, so Tara summoned what boldness she had:
"So, uh ... I'll see you. After. Okay?"
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"I'd like that," Rebecca said, drawing her hand back from Tara's arm and then hopping off her stool. "Later, Tara."
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