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Jon tells Phillip that he will be meeting his Internet friend Maura for the very first time that night for dinner.
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| Phillip, I finally have a date with Maura! I'll see her tonight at seven! | |
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| That's great, Jon. I'll just stay home and wallow in self-pity while I stuff my face with all this junk food. | |
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But that night at the restaurant . . .
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| Sorry, Jon. It could never work out between us. We're just too different. | |
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| What do you mean, Maura? Different religions? Different backgrounds? Different dietary preferences? | |
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Soon afterward back at Jon's apartment . . .
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| . . . and that's when I learned that I'm "monochrome" as opposed to "polychrome". | |
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