I have a friend. Well, really, just an acquaintance. Ok, so we have only actually met once. She is a woman at a law firm that I correspond with daily through email for work. But we have developed quite the e-friendship, and I do consider her a friend. She is very insightful, and usually manages to have me in tears at least once a day, either through some touching story from her life or through some completely inappropriate remark about my lack of a sex life because I am single and her lack of a sex life because she is married. Well, she has decided to set me up on a date. sort of. She has a friend who has a friend who is supposedly just fabulous, and the two of them are in cahoots to get he and I together. Nevermind that my friend has never actually seen this guy. And she knows nothing about him. Just that he is gay, which, evidently, is the only deciding factor in this whole matchmaking scheme. So she gave him my email and me his and said go for it.
I figured I would at least say hello since she had gone to so much trouble to sort of introduce us. We have exchanged a few pleasantries, and he seems like a nice person as far as I can tell. We even got past the obligatory 'So tell me about yourself..what do you look like?' phase. We've been emailing back and forth about a week now. And the other shoe finally dropped. Just when I was thinking about suggesting that the four of us (yes, he and I and the two friends who set us up) meet for a friendly cup of java or perhaps something stronger, he informs me that he lives in South Carolina! It seems this little fact was left out of the equation when those two gals decided to play Cupid. And my friend knew it and didn't tell me. She thought it wouldn't matter. I suppose it shouldn't really, but it nonetheless does. I am not trying to end up on an episode of Ricky Lake entitled "My Long-Distance Carrier Ruined My Love Life'. Sheesh...
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