Catherine has been trying to date for a while now. But she is just so picky. After a blind date with a guy, she came back home looking quite annoyed. When you asked about how her night was, she snapped. “Yeah no. He chose a soup as his meal. A soup ! As his main dish ! Who does that ?! What’s actually wrong with him ?” She says in disbelief as she plops down on the couch. “Why can’t I find a nice and normal dude ?!” She asks, exasperated.