One of my friends finds all her boys at work. She's been matched with her co-workers' friends, her clients' clients, and once with her firm's owner's wild son.
To be honest, that last hook-up happened at a particularly out-of-hand holiday party and was comprised of no less than six glasses of Piper-Heidsieck, a few kisses, two wayward hands (not hers!), and one awkward moment the following week when she saw him again in his daddy's office.
"Oh, I'm sure I gave you the right phone number! It must have been all that champagne!"
She met him for dinner purposely wearing an outfit she should have saved for a night at home with her girls - because it wouldn't matter to us if it made her hips look wide or if the color and lack of make-up made her skin look sickly! - and he was judgmental enough to care. Crisis averted.
My point is that she gravitates first toward posh boys. Those men who hug you lightly and at a safe distance so they don't get any make-up on their impeccable Varvatos suits and crisp Thomas Pink shirts. The ones who answer their phones by stating their names in their deepest, most professional voices, and then speak to you as though they're in an important meeting.
No one should ever be an interruption. That never ends well at all.
We think she needs a man who hugs her tightly and a little unsafely, right? The kind who answers his phone with a sexy little growl, "I was just thinking about you."
I think she met him at the Farmer's Market this weekend. Dreadlocks, Converse, and this way of leaning back, tilting his head, and getting lost while finding his way around her face. He looks like no one she's ever chosen in the past, and I'm sure she's very different from his usual type. When they talk on the phone, all they do is smile.
She's making him dinner this weekend with some goodies he'll bring from the Market. I'll be sure to tell you all about it, ok? This should be fun!
Did you have a type before you found your match? Where was your treasure found? Do tell! I love love stories, don't you? All boys found here. It's become an obsession.