“Okay, Patricia. Behind curtain one is the man of your dreams! Here’s his voice telling you about how he’d treat you on a first date,”

“Hi, there, Patty. Can I call you that?”

Patricia began to tremble, but with the camera on her, she kept her smile.

“Well, Patty, seems you’re quiet! I think I can change that, on a date. I’d start the night with a walk in Rosegrove Park, you’d like that, you think? Then we’d go eat at Alberto’s. Italian. You sound like you like Italian food. I do, too. Then, I don’t know. Maybe we see a show on Broadway? Maybe we go back to my apartment and I can show you my guitar. Play you my guitar. What do you say?”

Patty couldn’t open her mouth to speak, as the host called for her reply. The man behind the curtain was her ex, and the restraining order had just expired.