Dating Service

  Frank walked into the small building with his hands in his jean pockets and his head down. I'm insane, what kind of a pathetic, lonely, loser would stoop this low?...Oh yeah, me. Frank thought to himself, still embarrassed that he was actually going through with this. A few weeks earlier, one of Frank's friends, Ruri, had told him about the place he was at. It was a date-finder business, for lonely people to find other lonely people. He had refused the idea at first, but after thinking about it, and sitting through another Valentine's Day by himself Frank had decided to give it a try. He walked up to the lady at the front desk, "Um, hi?"
  The lady looked up from behind a pair of thick glasses, and pointed to a piece of paper, "Sign your name and we'll be with you in a moment." Frank did as he was told and scratched his signature down on the sheet, before taking a seat in the waiting room, and turning on his ipod. After a few minutes or so, Frank thought he heard the women say something, so he pulled out one of his headphones to hear her calling for him. He stood up and quickly made his way to the front desk. The woman handed him a card with the number 5 on it, and directed him to a hallway, telling him that he was to head to the door that matched his card. Frank moved swiftly through the uncomfortably small hallway until he reached his intended door. He peaked his head through the door to see the back of a woman sitting behind a large wooden desk. He entered the room and sat in a chair parallel to the desk,"Uh, excuse me...uh, ma'am?"
   "Why hello, hello, Mr. Iero." Frank's eyes widened at the familiar voice.
   "Ruri? What the heck are you doing here?" Ruri swirled around in her chair and beamed at Frank with a toothy smile, "I work here, idiot." She smiled wider and adjusted her glasses,"You were lonely, and I need more business, it's a win-win situation, Frankie."
   "Oh dear lord, okay just...let's just get this over with." Frank replied, rubbing his temples.
   "As you wish, all mighty short one." Ruri pulled out several sheets of paper and a pen,"Question one, full name please..."
   "...Seriously? Dude, come on, you've known me for years now." Ruri just stared blankly at Frank with her pen resting idly on the page."Frank Iero." Frank replied, in an annoyed tone.
  "Mhhm...now, question two. How old are you?"
  "Really Ruri? We're really gonna do this?" Ruri continued staring blankly at Frank."I'm 21."
  "All righty then." Ruri continued on with the questions, and Frank began to get the feeling he was better off just staying at home with his seven dogs. Oh yeah, I need to pick up more food...and candy...and coffee...and how about some multi-colored guitar picks? Yeah...guitar picks. Guiiitttaaaarrrr Piiiiiicccckkkksssss. That's fun to say. Guitar PICKS. GUITAR pi--
  "Frank!"
  "Oh...wait a second Rur." GUITAR PICKS!..okay, I'm done. "Yeah, what is it Ruri?"
  "You're all done. I'll call you if we get any results, okay?"
  "Rainbow guitar picks...er, I mean, yeah sure." Frank said Goodbye to his friend and went on his way to the nearest store.