Well, this was my first date after eight years. I always wondered why on earth that one girl wanted to go on a date with me. This just had to be a joke! I wasted my youth hanging out with the weird kids I met online, giggling on antique memes and whined about our self-inflicted loneliness. What hold us together, were our experience of feeling of inadequacy or self-loathing, shunning and avoiding romantic relationships, judging ourself unworthy of love. To pour the sugar on the top of our misery and the salt in our wounds, we all acknowledged our shared pathetic state of being as justifiable. Those were the days, an entire generation had to choose between complaining about society and themselves. We had chosen both and declared us guilty for being the few percents of life, that never will overcome the barricade of reproduction. As a compensation to our incompetence, our new totems were the loituma girl and a keyboard playing cat, our angels got bishōjos. We literally became our own cult and a parody of ourselves.

This one evening, after eight lonely years, should have been the momentum in my life, wich should have destroyed the wall. I felt like a rockstar! I trolled her a bit with a half-assed facebook account, then our surreal conversations about about image boards began. Soon after we decided to meet. We never shared photo of us and didn't knew how we looked. This was our fault. There she stood. The girl with flaxen hair. The cutiest little thing I ever saw. She was the definition of moe. This can't be real, she just couldn't be serious to date such a human failure. And all I could do was staring anxiously at her polite smile. What should I do, hanging out like this with such a mysterious girl? And it was over fast. At least, I'm sure I broke a new world record for the fastest awkward date in history with staring for three minutes, then just running away as fast as I could.

"You did what...? I mean... Really?"

You haven't seen an angel going full drunk, half-naked after wanking to some dōjinshis, I usually hid under my bed. No one did, except me.

"I thought, this one time I had a checkpoint, I even broke the fucking law to keep my job! You thought even one person on this world want even spend one single minute with you alone in one room, you creep?"

"I already told you I'm sorry."

Moving the bottles aside, Cupid opened the book on the table. He flicked through it, then stopped on a blank page.

"You saw all the women's name in this book. Look, we all know why this is the only blank page in the whole book."

I began to stutter, but no comprehensible words came out of my mouth.

"Jesus Christ! We didn't create you retarded!"

Finally, I couldn't put up with it. There was no way I could escape a divine being. I tried speaking.

"Cupid?"

"Mh?!"

"There aren't many women for me left, are there?"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I know I shouldn't have done that and got ready to meet a terrible fate.

"I lost my job. Because of you. You watched Doctor Who, didn't you?"

I nervously nodded. The bright wings on his back folded and his entire body began fading to some stone-cold grey and I began to run.

In the end, there's still hope. In the medievil, there has to be at least one noble maid, desperately looking for her prince. All I could think of now, how I'll become that shining prince!