[ WP ] You are on your first date with a girl you met through an online dating service . She is like she described in her profile so much so , that you are becoming convinced she is a robot .

Rather than sitting opposite him at the booth, the woman slid right in next to him, close enough that her cotton skirt pooled against his thigh. Her smile full, she thrust a delicate hand in his direction and said, “ Olimpia. Have you been waiting long? ” 
 
 Calvin blinked at her, his eyes large behind his glasses. Nerves froze him solid when he should have shaken her hand. He hadn ’ t waited at all. She ’ d shown up just on time but his mouth was suddenly too dry for speech. 
 
 Olimpia didn ’ t seem to notice, keeping her palm and fingers at the ready as she studied his face from only inches away. “ You don ’ t look the same as your picture. ” 
 
 Calvin frowned. Surprise and uncertainty made his voice curt though he wanted to be friendly. “ I look exactly like my picture. ” 
 
 Olimpia shook her head, dark curls bouncing on her shoulders with each movement. “ You are approximately five pounds lighter, your hair is at least two inches shorter and your eyes seem much brighter. In your picture you smiled. ” 
 
 “ I smile, ” Calvin said. He intentionally uploaded a photo of himself that looked as true-to-life as possible. He had learned from experience that embellishing led to awkwardness and pain. He ’ d assumed Olimpia had embellished quite a bit. Her name, her weight, her age, something. According to her profile, she was perfection. He ’ d expected her to show up and prove those photos to be airbrushed, out-of-date, or simply fiction. 
 
 Olimpia smiled at him brightly, looking the very image of the the beautiful woman he ’ d seen on his computer screen. “ I ’ m Olympia, ” she said again. “ I chose you because of the words you used. ” 
 
 “ The words? ” Calvin shook his head. “ What words? The words on my profile. ” 
 
 Olimpia nodded and said, “ The quotation. ‘ You are the only one responsible for you own wants. ’ Do you believe that? 
 
 “ I, uh... ” Calvin realized that her hand still hung between them. He lifted his own toward hers and she grasped it immediately, shaking it firmly. 
 
 When she released his hand allowing it to drop back to his lap, she smiled again and said, “ I ’ m Olimpia. ” 
 
 “ Oh, I ’ m Calvin, ” he said. “ Nice to meet you in person. ” 
 
 “ In person, ” she smiled and a dimple showed in her right cheek. “ It ’ s wonderful to meet in person. ” 
 
 Calvin nodded, bemused by her enthusiasm. 
 
 Olimpia stared for a moment and then said, “ Do you believe that? ” 
 
 “ Believe what? ” 
 
 “ The words you used? I chose you because of them. ” 
 
 “ Then, yes, I believe them. ” 
 
 “ Wonderful, ” she said. “ That ’ s just wonderful. ” 
 
 “ Yes, ” Calvin said, giving a cautious smile. “ It ’ s great. ” 
 
 “ There, ” she said. “ Now you look like your picture. ”
