Change for a Single
by Clarissa Coleman 

People are always trying to set me up. And I’m not just talking about all the backstabbers planting evidence or hiding their plastic baggies in my pockets when the cops show up. I speak of the dating life.

It’s like I literally have some huge sign around my neck that says, “I want you to fix me up with a numbnuts!” Figuratively speaking. Everyone and their sister knows someone and their brother that I would “just love.” But this past week was the worst. It seemed like everyone I knew all conspired at once to send me out through a gauntlet of bad dates. I don’t need to tell you it was a lot of fun, if your idea of fun is having Captain Hook as your gynecologist.

First was my sister, proving once again she’s the dull blade in the family toolbox. The guy was some lawyer from her law firm, and *yawn* what a bore he was. All he could talk about was money. He told me he made a lot as a lawyer, like I even asked, but he really didn’t need any of it since his family invented the cases they use for CDs and made like a trillion dollars in the 80s. I tried to make conversation, and asked if he owned any CDs. He said he owned three music studios and two music review magazines and people were always sending him free CDs. Like I needed to know all that. I just was wondering if he could make me a copy of that “Safety Dance” song. So I ditched him when he went to the bathroom, and thankfully haven’t seen him since.

If it’s even possible, mom always does even worse. The guy she set me up with didn’t even really show up to dinner, but in fairness, he is in maximum security. The letter he sent was real nice, a bit awkward, since he didn’t know my name and just called me “that chick on the outside.” From what I gathered, mom wrote to him after seeing him on CNN and she thought we’d hit it off. At least I didn’t have to sneak out of the restaurant. I wish somebody had shown up to the place, though, besides that courier. That dildo wouldn’t even stay for a drink.

If you thought I was tired of this already, you’re more than right. But still everybody’s persisting. Ramon Nootles here at the commune set me up on a date and when I show up, it’s him again. I told him I’ve had it up to here with him, and gestured to a body part. That only seemed to make him more excited. So you can guess I didn’t even get to sit down on that date.

Toot, my little brother, he’s got a good heart, but his friends are all screwed up. He must have scheduled the date over a bad cell phone connection or something since the restaurant turned out to be some motel room and three bald guys showed up at the same time. Talk about miscommunication. Even with 3-1 odds they were real downers. They only wanted to talk about religion and surrendering my soul to the Leader of Glorious Light. They had some interesting pamphlets, though, and of course the Leader is both divine and righteous and will lead us to the cherished afterlife in the path of heaven. But none of this gets me out of being set up with spazzes, obviously.

Leave it to dad to put a big fat sore point on the end of the week. He talks up his candidate for blind date all week and I actually look forward to meeting this guy. He’s fun, he watches TV all the time just like me, he despises books, he’s a crack sniper, he’s a crack addict, recovering, and thinks women should be called girls. Sounds like a dreamboat, huh? Well, dad also forgot to mention he’s my Uncle Luke. Dad gets confused a lot. Everyone else remembers you can’t date blood relatives, at least not north of the Mason-Dixon line, so we just had a quick dinner and parted on good terms, until the next bail-out.

Advice to anyone who wants to set me up on blind date: Don’t. Or if you absolutely have to, just remember I’m really busy and have been working a lot lately. I’m a hot property again, so really put some backbone into it. Now that I’m having a comeback dating uncles and Ramon Nootles is out. Period.

A Sci-Fi Star is Rising
It turns out Vic-O’s movie was really smart, I’d never done a movie like it before. It had something to do with Clemenstra Raygun’s trying to unseat the evil leaders of parliament (which is like a British school board or something) and she had her heroic group of rebels plot terrorist attacks on them all the time.

Cassandra Coleman is a Big Sci-Fi Nerd
That’s right, my sister, Cassandra Coleman, the big-time successful lawyer and Harvard grad, the big-time book author, she’s just a big old Trekkie underneath it all. Nobody was shocked more than me, I’ll tell you that.

One Busy Summer
But the work, the work! It’s true what the Fixx said, one thing leads to another. I get a call from Vic-O Smith-Smith, one of the convention geeks who kept trying to get me to read his script last year. I told him I would, then when he asked me what I thought of it, I told him I thought it had its moments—he totally fell for it.

Too Close for Comfort
Like mom, who’s been staying with me even longer, I can tolerate dad. He’s family. But he had to bring that dildo Freddie Mercury with him, and both of them are friends now with some bounty hunter named Icepick.