Victims of a dating service run by a women with an odd sense of humour, or a brain tumour (60/261)

Flat-chested dark-haired Mary answered the door. The man took one look, said “uh-uh”, and walked away. Mary ran after him, demanding an explanation. He had requested a buxom blonde. The previous week Mary, expecting a non-denominational Anglo-Saxon, had been set up with an East Indian Muslim.