Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Mr Sh*t-Together

My friend Irene thinks she found the perfect guy for me. He's a friend of a friend of hers. He's a bit older, lives in the district, seems cool and nice and funny, is attractive, drinks beer and has his "shit together".  I will from now on refer to him as "Mr Shit-Together".

She said that she met up with him and some other friends to have drinks ages ago and thought he would be perfect for me. However, at the time, I was dating my ex so she never told me about him. But now I am single -- so very, very single.

Irene mentioned him a few months ago, when I first got back on the market - or reluctantly dove out to sea, or whatever dating pool metaphor is yours of choice - but I told her I wouldn't be ready to date someone worthwhile until probably September. (I didn't want to risk having Mr Shit-Together be my rebound guy and waste him.) Well, it's September so I asked her if she would contact her friend to see if Mr Shit-Together is single and willing to go out on a blind date with yours truly. She sent the text. Huzzah! I will let you know what happens.