Thanks to the wonders of harmless on-line stalking research I discovered yesterday that a young man I know has dated two female acquaintances of mine. Even better is that around this very same time last year I had dinner with both of these women at a crab shack in Arlington where one recounted the bitter details of a very bad date with him, and none of us were even slightly hip to the fact that the other woman at the table had also gone out with him.
I hold this young man in high regard. He also happens to have gone to college with a former roommate of mine, who other than the fact that he dropped off the face of the planet after moving in with his girlfriend, is also pretty cool. But that's not how I know him. I know him through my friend A, who I went to college with but who I didn't actually befriend until last year.
Confusing isn't it?
As far as I can tell, there are a couple of lessons to be derived from all this.
The first is the obvious, cliched sentiment that DC is a small town.
The second is that my friends are not terribly compatible with this young man and that if he wishes to find romantic happiness in the future he should check with me to see if I am friends with a potential mate. I mean, I clearly play a very central and here-to-fore invisible role in this man's love life. This also ties into my semi-secret dream of being a match-maker, which is fueled both by my inherent nosiness and love of a good story-book ending.
So. The lesson here is that my friends are not acceptable mates for this young man and that the future of his love life rests on finding women who I am not acquainted with.