He thinks he has found his match—sassy, smart, and intelligent. Talks only when needed, no drama involved. A far better choice than all his ex-wives combined.
He is also relieved that he doesn’t have to waste time browsing through the online dating sites anymore. Most of the girls he met there were shallow anyways—only concerned about physical beauty, which he doesn’t have. So he is glad to finally have someone who doesn’t care about how he looks.
As he is getting ready for bed, he decides to ask her one last question.
“Siri, do you know any bedtime stories?”