I was in a first chat online
With a lovely lady, we met
Through a dating service design,
I thought the best match I'd had yet.
She was charming with a great smile,
As we chatted on that and this.
After we chatted for a while,
I was feeling this match was bliss.
But then I asked her to give me
A fun fact and she did comply,
Totally toeless she did be.
Then sadly I had to reply,
'My dating you, I really can't.'
'I am lactose intolerant.'
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