Hot, sunny day at my apartment pool. Hanging out with guy friend JR, and notice a pretty girl next to us. Ever the matchmaker, I try to make a love connection. After some initial introductions, the conversation turns to …
Me: So, how long have you been living in these apartments?
Cute girl who’s perfect for JR: Since last year, my fiancée and I really like them. But we’ll be moving into the house we just bought after the wedding.
Me: Oh, you are getting married? Congratulations. When is the big day?
Cute girl who was perfect for JR, but unfortunately is engaged: July 10. Coming soon!
Me: [Awkward long pause.] Well, isn’t that just great. [Which translates to: FML.]
Bitch who is getting married on my wedding day: So how do you like the apartments?
Needless to say, I’m no longer in the matchmaking business. At least until after July 10 passes. Perhaps I should just stop having conversations with strangers all together.