One

Twenty-eight-year-old Kirby, after her past track record with men she's at a point where they are more of an annoyance than anything else in her life. One drunk night leads her to sign up for a strange dating service.
Thirty-year-old Joseph, after a tragedy tore his last relationship apart he's been waiting for his ex to get over the issues she's working through, but she's been with the same man for a while. He decides to try the dating service.

Sometimes loving yourself, and learning to love even if it means it can break you is the best thing you can do. Can they make it work?

"Still want that strawberry?" He asks bringing me back from my spiraling nightmare. I guess I'll see him soon enough.
"Sure," I say, and I soon feel his large warm hand again. This time he runs his finger along my cheek bone. He cups the back of my neck while he runs his thumb down my pulse point, which I'm sure is racing with need.
He works his way back up to my lips, and says, "Ready?" His rich voice bringing me deeper into need, and the thoughts I had about an ugly man disappears. There's no way a man attached to this hand and that voice could ever be ugly.
"Yes." I breathe, and a cool strawberry touches my mouth, I part my lips and take a moment to dart my tongue out to see if I can find him, I want to taste him. I find my mark and lick the tip of his thumb and I hear him pull in a quick breath. I bite down on the sweet berry.
"Mmm, those are good." What's wrong with me? Is it the wine? I'm never this brazen. It has to be the wine.
He clears his throat. "Yes, they're very sweet."
The event owner's voice interrupts my thoughts of asking for more wine and says, "The evening has ended. I'd like you all to take your blindfolds off on the count of three. Before you all end your evening I'd like to thank you, and hope you've had a wonderful experience." He waits a few more beats. The anticipation is killing me. "One, two...Three!"

I take my mask off and gasp...