Finding the right one
It figures. On the day devoted to love (and chocolate), the news site I depend upon carries an article on the merits of meeting the Right One with a bit of crowd-sourced help. “Does online dating make it easier to find a compatible partner?” Boy, have things changed in my lifetime.
I came from a world where friends helped friends; discreetly, unless the friends were in on a beer-fueled roll at a college pub. I digress, I think. The custom of having a sister assist me never happened (I was the oldest, and I moved away early). I met my significant other at school, sort of (a long story, not going to tell the tale here, go away…). And I watched in-office flirting, and drew the obvious conclusion that the approach was wrong. Akin to kissing cousins, if you will.
So, where does that leave Mr. and Ms. Modern? Hanging out in bars seems so pointless, unless you’re actively involved in getting a belly… I’m going to have to ask around, with the few younger people I know. Do they “tinder” and “match”, or is that just urban folklore?
Enough; the holiday is almost done. Yes, I remembered, this year (so many earlier incidents of forgetfulness to forgive). And next year is a long way off. The chocolate fondue will be held at a later date, due to a high quotient of indifference around the supper table.
Tried to get the dog interested in a Photo Booth app this afternoon. He, too, demonstrated a “high quotient of indifference”.
