It would be totally understandable if you couldn’t believe that Stella Jones, as perfect as she is, has trouble finding a decent man. She can’t believe it, either. Of course, part of this lack of success has been that there are really not many sims out there who Stella can consider worthy for herself. But even when she finds one that may cut it, he ends up running away from her. And she honestly can’t picture any sane person who would do that on purpose, because, come on, it’s Stella we are talking about!
Seeing how desperate the situation is – and Stella doesn’t dramatize things easily, mind you! – she has decided to take extreme measures. So here you have her, the queen, the diva, the woman, the myth… Looking for dates on the Internet. *Gasp*
First, she has to set up a profile. What’s up with those lame default choices? The trait-detecting software they use must have been designed by a moron! Or at least, by someone who is not awesome as Stella. She decorates her traits and physical description, changing all the silly things the system suggested for her to more interesting ones. After much tweaking, she’s hardly recognizable, but she is satisfied. Time for single hunting!
Stella scroll through loads of profiles, and as usual, sees nothing that impresses her enough. Loser, married, married, loser, loser, married, married, married too, looks gay, married, loser… Hey, this one doesn’t look too bad. Uh, let’s check it out. A single, young police officer, comes from wealthy family… May just be the man of her dreams!
Stella is not shy at all and sends him a message right away.
“Hello cutie. I’m Stella, you probably have heard about me already. In case you haven’t (although you should live in a cave for that to happen) I plan weddings, I play the piano, and I’m stunning. I’m also intelligent and funny. And, how lucky you are, I’m interested in meeting you! If you didn’t lie in your profile and want to have the chance to date such a great star, we’ll meet at the pub tomorrow. I will be fashionably late. Don’t screw this up and the next wedding I plan may be our own.
Love, the very best person in the whole world.”
Afterwards, Stella runs to get ready for the date, because there’s no need to wait for confirmation – who would ever refuse? No one! Stella is too irresistible, she’s inmune to rejection!
Then she gets ready another time, because you never know… And Stella hates unexpected things.
This dating strangers thing is making her so nervous! She sent the message fifteen minutes ago and that dude still hasn’t answered! What does he think, that he can fool with Stella?! Oh, no, he’s very wrong if he thinks that!
To try to shake away nervousness (being nervous leads to wrinkles and that totally would ruin Stella’s beautiful face!) she decides to spend time with Fifi and give her a bath.
Andrew doesn’t understand her sudden interest in actually doing her job as pet owner (co-pet owner, if you ask Andrew) instead of just playing with Fifi or such, what she usually does. He asks her about this, but Stella is not in the mood for dealing with her silly brother… And as happens frequently with her, confrontation ensues.
Yes, Andrew, I know it isn’t fair that you have to suffer the consequences of her bad mood… As usual.
After that, Stella runs off to the store, as she just remembered she has to get a new killer outfit for the date.
And if this is not being dressed to impress, then Stella certainly doesn’t know what it is! Then again, when you look like you should have been sculpted in marble, is too easy to find clothes!
And when she goes back home, she finds an answer: he said yes! Meaning, of course he did. What else could it be? It’s not like she got any excited from seeing a little text.
At the next day, just a bit past the set hour, Stella enters the pub; but there isn’t anyone waiting for her there. No, there’s no young boy worried and with a bouquet of roses for her. In fact, there’s no young boy at all. Stella sits at the bar and orders drinks, thinking maybe he went to the restroom or something.
But time goes by and that guy isn’t coming. After an hour Stella, angry (and, why not to say it, a bit drunk) calls him to ask for an explanation. And it better starts with “I’m at the hospital, a bear ate my hand”.
Stella: Stella here. Not that I’ve noticed, because I’m surrounded by faboulous, charming people like me anyways, but it’s been brought to my attention that you haven’t come to meet me like you said you would…
Dude: Yeah, I wasn’t feeling like it.
Stella: And… Are you going to come anytime?
Dude: I don’t think so, I’m fine where I am…
Stella is absolutely furious. He turned her down, blatantly! He didn’t feel like it! Oh, sure this guy is going to pay for this mistake! And HOW!
And we all know what happens to innocent bystanders like the barman when Stella is enraged…
This isn’t ending here. Stella is able to track the boy with her phone’s built-in GPS, and soon finds him at home… And in that moment, he decides he has to leave.
Stella knows that she is getting (barely) stalkerish, but for some reason she can’t just let it be and go back home. She follows him to the hospital.
And there, things start getting weird. When she finally gets to speak to him, he does apologize and makes poor excuses for his behavior, that Stella wouldn’t usually believe…
… But today there’s a wonderful full moon, and it doesn’t help that she’s drunk, tired, and needy. So much, that they even get to the elevator…
After woohoo, Stella suddenly regains her reasonable thinking abilities. She’s horrified at having woohooed with a stranger… and one who treats her badly for that matter. It doesn’t help that he starts boasting after it, and then treats her harshly again when she tries to talk to him.
This incident leaves Stella in a downer mood, and she stays home for some days. When she decides to go on with her life, she goes to the pub first… That is, in normal circumstances, a horrible idea, but luck wanted that she met someone there.
Drake: Hi! I would say a funny pickup line, but I think you may be too elegant for those… So, uh, mind if I buy you a drink? Or something. Please don’t turn me down, I can’t stand when that happens and I think you are cute and maybe we could be cute together?
Stella could just tell him to get lost. If she had seen his profile on the Internet, she probably would have put him in “Losers”. Her instinct tells her to do otherwise, though.
Stella: I’m Stella, chatterbox. And if you want to invite me, you’ll have to scratch your pockets. I have expensive tastes.
Drake: Oh, that’s a beautiful name! It suits you. But I don’t have many money… Not for now. I’m a street musician… Don’t worry, because I will be famous in no time, and then I will be able to afford the best wines.
And Stella learnt that this loser and her have something in common, after all. Stella’s favourite hobby is playing the piano. Drake’s is playing guitar, and he wants to make a living out of it.
And when she is starting to think he deserves a chance, he gives her a bouquet of roses.
Drake: I was saving this… For when I’d met a nice girl.
Stella: That was a delightful detail!
Oh, Stella! You are not falling in love with this boy, are you? Not even a little bit!
When they went outside for drinks, Stella had a nervous breakdown moment, and thought she had ruined her appearence and his good impression of her.
But that wasn’t true.
Drake: Are you okay?
Stella: Yes… It’s… It’s only… A weird thing I sometimes do.
Drake: But you’re lovely regardless.
After that, the rain stopped, and they got to watch the stars.
Stella didn’t act like herself: she wasn’t nervous, she wasn’t worried about looking like a silly teenager… She just cared about whispering in Drake’s ear and giggling.
After this night, Stella has seen him many times…
And he plays the guitar for her.
And she seems happy.