First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .
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Like my friend, who assigned first-year college students to dorm rooms by pairing those who owned stereos with those who didn't, I want to sort the men and women who are looking for their soulmates and introduce them. If it doesn't work out, we'll rinse and repeat with different people.
I sent the guy who "didn't like surprises," an email that read, "I'll send you a photo of me, with a fully-clothed butt, to confirm I'm not a Teletubbie."
How low can we go before we get to the point where we acknowledge that something has to give?