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vanilla.  There are some Catholic theologians who believe sex is a way of feeling closer to God.”
    Damn.  The way to my heart is definitely through my mind.  “You’ve got to be kidding.  I thought Catholics frowned on sex, except for procreation.”
    “That would be the mainstream.  The nice thing about being Catholic is that there are lots of cool fringes.  I took some theology in college along with my writing courses.”
    “And when did that lead to writing erotica?”
    “About the time my student loans ran out, and I needed to pay the bills.  A friend of mine tried it first, and his book advance was a very motivating figure.  I found out I was good at it, so it kind of stuck.”
    I was trying to shut down my weird meter.  Sam seemed like a really nice guy, but it was hard to get past him spending hours every day writing sex scenes.  Maybe he hated it.  “Are you hoping to write other stuff one day?”
    “I do write other stuff.  I have a sci-fi series published.”  He took a bite of his burrito and grinned.  “People say the sex scenes in the sci-fi are really good.  But really, writing erotica’s not so bad.  I get to write all day, which I love.  And I get to think about sex a lot, which really, if you’re a guy, is a good thing.”
    Well, there were worse day jobs.  “How do you get inspiration for your writing?  It seems like there’s only so many ways to have sex.”  I blushed.  That hadn’t come out right.
    Sam chuckled.  “That’s what plot is for.”  He gestured toward Hazel and her date.  “I’m thinking they’d make some great inspiration for my next book.”
    I contemplated matching Sam and Hazel up for their next dates.  They’d probably get a huge kick out of each other.
    Sam clearly thought we’d done enough talking about him.  “So, what do you do?  Your profile said you were a scientist.”
    Oh, the tangled webs we weave.  “Sort of.  I work for MatchMakers.”
    It took a minute for him to make the connection.  “Seriously?  What do you do?  Wait.  Is this a real date, or are you married with three kids and just doing research?”  He looked moderately disappointed at that possibility.
    “Nope, this is personal time.  I lost a bet with my best friend, so I had to put my name in our system.  I suck at finding my own dates.”
    Sam laughed.  “Not everyone who uses online dating is desperate.”  His eyes narrowed.  “Are they?”
    “No, not really.  About half the people we see get matched pretty quickly.  It doesn’t all turn into marriage and three kids, but they hook up with someone.  The other half range from desperate to totally creepy.”
    Sam shrugged.  “I’ve only had two dates before tonight, but they both seemed pretty normal.”
    I told him about my date with Chris.  He laughed.  Probably more fodder for his writing.  Yeah, I was having a hard time getting past the erotica.

Chapter 7
    Sam was still on my mind when I met Jazie for lunch the next day.  He’d sent me a sweet message through our system and asked for a second date.  I was conflicted.
    Jazie could tell.  I’d taken about two bites of salad before she pinned me down with her best don’t-mess-with-me stare.  “What is going on with you?  You’re doing that staring-off-into-space scowling thing you do when you’ve got a problem to solve.”
    That’s what best friends are for, to make you feel weird about your unconscious facial expressions.  “I have two problems.  Man trouble, and Match the Loser contest trouble.  Which do you want to hear about first?”
    She rolled her eyes.  “Man trouble.  Duh.  What happened? Did you go out with Ian again?”
    “Nope.  I’ve had two new dates in three days.  I put my profile in our system, remember?” 
    Jazie rubbed her hands together.  “Excellent.  What happened?”
    “The first guy came as part of a threesome.  They’re happy to share or take turns, whichever I