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‘Scuse Me, While I Miss This Guy
Oh yeah, by the way, I’ve never met him.
(Sorry, Jimi Hendrix, I stole your lyrics.)
There’s this guy. He’s sweet. And he’s charming. Witty. Polite. Smart. (Well-read, and curious, and interested in more than his own orbit.) He’s kind. (I can tell because although he’s single, he babysits for his brother’s kids, and because he’s genuinely interested in social justice and one of his ‘dream dinner dates’ is Ruth Bader Ginsberg.) I don’t even think he’s a serial killer or any other sort of sociopath. Oh, gosh, and I forgot to mention that he is very, very handsome.
But wait…I’ve never met him. And no, it’s not Ryan Gosling. I didn’t have long, heart-filling, laughter-infused conversations with Ryan-freaking-Gosling. (Not that I wouldn’t like to try, so Ryan, if you read this, get in touch. We’ll see how it goes.)
This guy, well, we were both on the dating-app-du-jour, and, astonishingly, his profile caught my attention (rightfully so) when he noted that one of his other dream dinner dates was Robin Williams. The list of people this guy would dine with was so intriguing, so diverse, that I knew immediately that unless he actually was a serial killer, I at least wanted to see if he was remotely interested in me. And I had a great way to introduce myself (if you can call it introducing yourself through the filtered…
