Would you like to get a drink?

She glances toward the bar and seems to consider. "Sure." She finally says. You manage to wrangle a table in the corner and order a drink for her. "I'm Jessica." She tells you after thanking you for the drink. You note as you watch her that she seems restless, shifting positions, crossing and uncrossing her legs and tossing her short red hair. The conversation is somewhat slow and after a few minutes she stands. "Well, I'm going to go dance...do you want to join me?" The question seems more polite than wanting. The more time you spend with her, the less you like her. And the dance floor is not where you want to be again so you shake your head.

"No thanks." She seems relieved as she scurries off to dance and you sigh heading home, feeling like a loser. Your search for the perfect doll certainly didn't go well. Maybe you should try again later.