What can I say? I live a charmed life ;)

Actually, there's just a bit more to the story than that. Last summer I reconnected with an old friend, a friend I had seen a few times since high school, but not kept up with at all. Anyway, we have a mutual friend who invited us both to the bar on a particular night last July. By the end of the evening, I was madly in love, and pretty much decided this was the girl that I was going to marry.

Little problem: I was living with a girl at the time, and had been for a few years. We were on the outs, but still, it's not so easy to cut it off just like that. A couple months went by, and finally the last few embers of my then current relationship died out, and I found myself free once again. I hadn't tried to contact my friend since that night, because I didn't want to get friend zoned. Rather, I wasn't at all interested in becoming friends with her.

Anyway, September, October and November passed, and I was kinda on a hot streak through that stretch, all the while trying to decide how long is appropriate to wait to try to actually date someone again, as a four year relationship needs some time to get flushed out properly.

I was having dinner with a friend of mine, a formerly cool woman turned wife and mother of two, who at times likes to live vicariously through my exploits. She convinced me that I there's a lot of tail on the web, were I only to look. She urged me to get a Match profile, and so that night I went home and created one. On Match, they ask you a bunch of bullshit questions about what you like, what you do, etc. So I went through the whole business, hit submit, and of the (literally) 2500+ matches in my area that they pulled for me, the girl whom I instantly fell in love with back in July was #5. Number. 5. No shit. A 99% match, whateverthefuck that means.

Needless to say I was taken aback and quite intrigued. It was apparent to me that now was exactly the right time to call her (when is now ever the wrong time to act?). That was a Thursday night in December. I called her on Saturday afternoon. We went out the next Thursday, a few days before Christmas. We got engaged in the end of February. Fucked up, right? Sometimes, logic need not apply.