The results were in. And Harry did not like them.
He had signed up for this dating website, which took surveying to a whole new level. It said that it required a DNA sample to help find your one true love. Harry sent a few hair clippings, some dead skin and a urine sample.
They sent back the urine.
As he opened the letter, he stared in horror. It was the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. Curves in all the right places, straight lines in the others. A smile with brightness that could blind an eagle, and eyes that could pierce into the soul.
Too bad Harry was gay.
The first date was that day. How was he going to tell her? "I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you because I'm gay." To be honest, it was probably the survey's fault. It didn't have a sexuality option.
Now that I think about it, Harry thought, that was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.