Anything for Love Page #4

What is this?

The newest, hottest Internet

dating service out there.

No, no,

I don't think so.

Yes!

If you want

a real man,

someone different from

all those corporate stiffs,

this is your ticket.

They have an algorithm

that analyzes

your detailed profile

to help you find

your perfect match.

What if someone I know

sees me on this site?

I'd be the laughing stock

of the business world.

No...

Your identity is kept

completely private.

They only release it

to the guys they

match you with.

One of those guys?

What if they match me

with one who's a fake?

Mm?

And then he's after money,

or the company...

You use an alias...

Or better yet,

you pretend you're me...

An underpaid office worker

waiting for her white knight

to perform a hostile takeover.

Trust me.

No excuses.

No, it's all too complicated.

No, it's very simple.

I'll walk you

through it.

Name...

Debbie.

Age...

Hey!

Sorry.

I get confused on that one.

Occupation...

Executive assistant.

Favorite food...

You have to be kidding me.

Black coffee.

Great.

This seems underhanded,

the lying...

Well, how else are we going

to know

they're in it

for you and you alone?

I know, but...

No, no, no,

it's not like you're going

to keep your identity

hidden from him forever.

You will tell him...

Once you're sure

he's the one.

And what happens

when he finds out

I've lied to him?

Well, he'll realize

not only did he get

the woman of his dreams,

but surprise!

As an added bonus,

she's loaded.

Trust me,

he won't be disappointed.

Okay, wait, wait, wait!

No... oh!

Sorry, too late.

This is going to be

so much fun.

Out of my chair.

Okay.

Okay.

Occupation.

Like the great philosopher

popeye once said,

"I yam what I yam."

Right? That was terrible.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm meeting ox

for midnight bowling

at brothers bowling.

Want to come?

Nope. I'm busy.

Two for one drinks.

Still busy.

Internet dating?

Mm-hmm.

You didn't tell them

your real job.

Of course I did.

This things don't work

unless you're honest.

I'm telling you,

women want doctors, not nurses.

You know what?

I am done, actually,

with your advice, but thank you.

I'm going to do things

the way that I want to

from now on.

That's fine.

Whatever.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, could I borrow...

No.

Your bowling shoes?

No.

'Cause, I mean,

these rentals,

they fall even below

my standards of hygiene.

That's saying something.

Your feet stink.

Yeah.

All right, I'll wear socks.

Huh?

Yeah, you want to.

Come on.

Wear socks.

Thank you.

Mwah!

Hey, can I borrow

some socks?

What?

He'll thank me some day.

Submitted your profile!

What?

You're welcome!

Good morning!

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