This weekend at the Calabasas Pumpkin Festival, my lovely, normally sane, friend asked me if it would be okay if she gave my phone number to her friend (who I had jokingly been calling my boyfriend for six months since he had been unavailable and unthreatening… unlike now). I can only assume that the pumpkin beer was particularly potent that day. But I’ll have you know that I reacted in the way that any mature, single woman would in this situation. I stared at her in consternation as the following thoughts raced through my brain:
“What? No.”
“Dive! Dive! Dive!”
“I wish I hadn’t had that pumpkin pie for breakfast.”
“hmmm pie.”
“Focus.”
“If I hide under the table they won’t see me.”
“Has he always had a longing for a female version of Niles Crane?”
“Dive! Dive! Dive!”
I’m guessing this is not the normal reaction when someone offers to facilitate a meeting with a man. But honestly, how does this work? I’m terrible at talking to strangers on the phone with whom conversation is required. How does casual conversation work with some man I’ve never met?
Email could be a possibility. Facebook has proven useful; though communicating through Facebook means that one security change and all of our fumbling attempts at witty repartee will be exposed to my timeline. I thought a completely planned yet seemingly accidental meeting was the way to go. Alas, six months ago when our blind date was very nearly a reality, he was informed of the planned introduction. So… it’s unlikely that I could pretend otherwise and not seem crazier than I am.
If you were in my position, what would be your preference for making this introduction happen?
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