"You got this" he said looking at the mirror as he put on his Rumple Buttercup necklace, he didn't know why, but Rumple always brought him good luck, and he felt like he needed it tonight.

He haven't been dating a lot, well, he haven't been dating at all. He is not a big fan of first dates, of the get to know each other, of the showing his quirks for the first time, he knew most people found him weird, he had read that people called it 'match his freak'. He wasn't a freak, was he? All this thoughts were on his mind as he drove his car to the restaurant.

God, he was nervous. He wasn't sure why he was feeling like this, he knew it wasn't because of you, of course, he didn't knew you, he didn't knew what you look like, or if you were funny, or if you were gonna 'match his freak'. He got to the restaurant and hesitantly stood outside for a minute, thinking about going in. Why did he accepted to go on a blind date? He wasn't what people expected to encounter on a first date. His friend was the evil mind behind all of this, saying he has been alone for a while, saying that he needed this. Maybe he did, he missed being loved, and giving love. Damn he had so much love to give.

Deep down he was excited, his friend knew him like the palm of his hand, he knew that. If his friend thought of him with this person, it was going to work, it had to work. He ran a nervous hand through his recently cut hair, his mind was elsewhere, the phrase 'match his freak' was still on his head.

"I really need to stop saying that..." he said out loud without noticing that you were standing near him.