The girl you last went on a date with

"Well... last week I went on a date with this girl..."

"In reality, that was about a 1000 years ago," Aphrodite says. "But do go on."

You blink a few times and then continue. "Anyway, her name is..."

"Eleanor!" Grace exclaims with a squeal. "The software engineer! I love that girl. You two would make the cutest couple."

"Eh, she's alright," says Aphrodite.

You're dumbfounded again.

"You... know about Eleanor?"

"At this point, assume we both know way too much about you," Aphrodite says. "Quality entertainment is surprisingly scarce for us celestial beings."

"I just know you two cuties held hands," Grace says with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

You... or at least, the dead version of you, usually had a hard time finding dates. And if you did find a date, it often fizzled out into nothingness. But this date had gone quite well, and you'd shared a nice moment walking hand in hand on the beach. You'd even gathered the courage to ask to kiss her, but she felt that the first date was a bit too early. You had talked on the phone since and shared quite a few laughs. Then there was a bit of blur, and next thing you knew you woke up in a white room next to Scarlett Johansson's carbon copy.

"I'd like to pick up things where I left them off the last time," you told the goddesses. "Quite reasonable," Aphrodite says as she creates a space-time portal out of nothing, beckoning Grace and you to step through it. Not the weirdest thing you've experienced today.