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Note: I could not think of where else to post this but thought it was a good read. You all might have a fun discussion using this article as a jumping point to share your experiences.
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I was running very, very, very late for a first date.
A married friend of mine had been talking for years about how she wanted to set me up with an eligible bachelor she knew. It was, of course, the stuff of a Jane Austen novel. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man of 6’2” or taller must be in want of a wife. We were perfect for each other, she avowed: with similar interests and comparable career tracks, we were sure to hit it off. For some reason, though, over years of both of our friendships with her and her husband, this mystery man had never materialized.
But one night, out of the blue, she’d sent me a text saying he’d be in my old hometown. It wasn’t quite a novel-worthy coincidence, though—I was going to be long-haul driving all day and only passing through. By the time I got his invitation for an evening cocktail, I was already frazzled, but I figured that it was worth a shot. At least I could cross him off the list of “someday set-ups.”
And now I was running extremely late. I sent him a frantic text, imagining a disgruntled Mr. Darcy giving up and walking away without ever taking the trouble to meet me. But when I finally piled out of the car, straightening my hair and my skirt, he greeted me with a smile.
Continued below.
Dating Unscripted: Living in Reality
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I was running very, very, very late for a first date.
A married friend of mine had been talking for years about how she wanted to set me up with an eligible bachelor she knew. It was, of course, the stuff of a Jane Austen novel. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man of 6’2” or taller must be in want of a wife. We were perfect for each other, she avowed: with similar interests and comparable career tracks, we were sure to hit it off. For some reason, though, over years of both of our friendships with her and her husband, this mystery man had never materialized.
But one night, out of the blue, she’d sent me a text saying he’d be in my old hometown. It wasn’t quite a novel-worthy coincidence, though—I was going to be long-haul driving all day and only passing through. By the time I got his invitation for an evening cocktail, I was already frazzled, but I figured that it was worth a shot. At least I could cross him off the list of “someday set-ups.”
And now I was running extremely late. I sent him a frantic text, imagining a disgruntled Mr. Darcy giving up and walking away without ever taking the trouble to meet me. But when I finally piled out of the car, straightening my hair and my skirt, he greeted me with a smile.
Continued below.
Dating Unscripted: Living in Reality