A male friend mentioned a female friend’s name oh-so-casually, and i sensed… he’s into her. All evening I was plotting how to get them together. I liked the idea that I could set them up. This plotting did not mean that I have tried it, or that I was successful with past attempts. My average is 0-1 (a former officemate, male lawyer, is into football and his favorite is Henry; a good friend, female lawyer, is Fangirl and her favorite is Henry. I saw “wedded bliss” etched across the sky!… Obviously, this did not work as two months after I saw “wedded bliss” etched across the sky, he got married to his girlfriend of 8 years. Anyway… )
I just thought, why not? He’s interested; she’s game. My female friend could need a boy to pick her up, accompany her to movies, carry her grocery bags, order food for her, drive her to work, pay her bills (literally), and just do her general bidding. Male friend has a car and business of his own, so i figured, he could move his schedule around hers. (I sound terrible, I know; I’m just trying to be funny. Anyway…)
I was excited and all set to schedule a date when…
…one random evening, during dessert of heavenlysinful strawberry shortcake, male friend, to the horror of the four ladies around the table, takes his fork, cuts the slice of cake in half thereby taking the best, most sinfulheavenly part, and plops it to his saucer just like that!
All my plans for male friend and female friend went kaput at the sight of the…er… distasteful behavior. Unsolicited tip to the other half of the population: dessert is serious business for (most) ladies.
Buti na lang ‘di ko pa sila na-set up. Pa’no na lang kung kasal na sila?
p.s.
Bliss basis #1: football? Bliss basis #2: command and obedience? Matchmaker and relationship guru I am not.
* photo courtesy of darensberries.com
