Warning: If my friend or the man she currently wants to set me up with ever start reading this blog, I will promptly delete this post and any related to it. There. You’ve been warned.
I had been divorced about a month when my friend called.
“Okay,” she said. “I have this great guy I’m dying to set you up with.”
“What?” I asked, because I hadn’t expected this conversation so soon.
“But we have to wait until his wife dies.”
“It’s a long story, but they were filing for divorce before she got into this
accident and now she’s in critical condition.”
“He’s great though,” she said.
"How do YOU know single guys?” I asked because she's married, and I had
finally wrapped my brain around the fact that my new friend sees my perfect
match in a married guy with an ailing wife.
“But we don’t have to talk about it until she dies,” she said. “Or their
divorce is final.”
And that, my friends, is how I was reintroduced into the dating arena.