“There was this boy in my hometown who treated me like I was his future wife. He’d take me to a lot of extravagant restaurants and give me bouquets whenever he got the chance. My parents were even treating him like a regular occupant of our house. I couldn’t really blame him, since for a while I treated him like he was my future husband, too. We were pretty much ready to tie the knot if it weren’t for one thing.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it?”
“You know how I collect Match Calls, right? I have more Match Calls than you think a PokéNav could contain. I have a Match Call from every corner of Hoenn, and I make it a point to talk to them as often as possible. Three out of five calls say yes when I invite them to have a battle, and I make it a point to honor their request no matter the situation. If that means calling someone else who could lend me a Pokémon who knows how to Fly across the region, then I would, because when I get there and battle a Match Call, it’s the best feeling in the world.
"Turns out, this ‘best feeling in the world’ didn’t go so well with this boy. He didn’t like it when I wouldn’t be home for days, and he’d give me this look when I got back and told him that it was because of a Match Call. Finally he had had enough one day, and it happened to be on one of my overnight trips across the region for a Match Call. He called me up and said that if I didn’t stop spending all of my time with these Match Calls, he wouldn’t spend time with me ever again.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him to call back, since I was about to battle one of my Match Calls.”