Ghosted By A Girl

I think I’ve mentioned in the past that I love to play matchmaker; I don’t know why. Part of it is definitely just that I love romance. I am a hopeful romantic, in that I do think that there are beautiful love stories out there, and I would be so happy to help people find one of their own.

The only problem is that I am apparently not very good at it. I don’t know if it’s because I never know the people I am setting up well enough to know their “type,” or if I just don’t have a large enough group of people to pull from. Regardless, I have never helped a match get to a second date.

I recently thought I found the perfect match. I was far more excited than either of the parties involved were, as I thought it might be the start of something great for both of them.

Nope. I was 110% wrong.

They made plans for a date, and went out for brunch. Apparently the guy had a pretty good time, but something went wrong on the other end of things.

Not only did the gentleman I set up get ghosted, but I got ghosted when I asked her how the date went too! Like, how bad of a matchmaker do you have to be to get ghosted by your “clients?”

Today’s lesson: Leave the matchmaking to the professionals. People go to them for a reason… Unless you don’t want to pay anyone, then feel free to ask me to set you up. I’m 0 for 4, but am still totally up for the challenge.

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Krista The Cougar

I just had something very confusing happen to me.

Since I’ve been single a lot of people have been trying to set me up with their friends (And sons, and nephews, and brothers, etc. — I guess I am not the only one who likes matchmaking).

Anyway, I was a bit surprised when a particular friend said she had the perfect person to set me up with, but I’m always game for meeting a perfect guy. Or really, a perfect human for that matter, as I would have a million questions about life for them. I’m sure a perfect person would give incredible advice.

Theo James
Theo James is the only man I can imagine being perfect. British, unbelievably handsome, and he sings and plays the guitar.

She set everything up, and we met at a local coffee shop.

Soon after meeting we both realized we didn’t have a lot in common. Why? Because he was twenty! This was a borderline illegal setup.

I’m only 24, and many of the guys I have been talking to have been 28. It’s still just four years, but anyone out of college knows what a difference the age gap this gentleman and I shared looks like versus the age gap of two people in the postgraduate world. He is smack in the middle of his undergraduate experience and cannot yet experience alcohol legally, and I am quickly getting over going to dive bars. He is excited to turn 21 next month, and I think getting carded is just a nuisance (I know I look like I’m 18, but I promise I am legal!).

Luckily he and I both realized the hilarity of the setup, and we ended up talking about my experience at George Mason and how he could manage to have a great study abroad experience like I did. We are friends now, and although I will not be helping him get his hands on alcohol, we might pull a few pranks on his roommates together.

Today’s lesson: Most people are terrible at setting others up; it’s not just me.