A Friend of a Friend

It had been several weeks since the incident with the crazy drug thief. I was honestly not making any attempts to look for a date and I was just enjoying my life. One afternoon I received a Facebook message from a colleague of mine asking me whether or not I was seeing anyone at the moment. I hadn't heard from him in years and I wasn't sure where this was going.

Considering that he was single and I was not interested in him at all, I skated around the question and told him I was KIND OF seeing someone. This was a total lie, but if he was asking for himself it gave me an easy out rather than having to shoot him down with no excuse. I did ask him why he wanted to know. He responded telling me that he had a friend in mind who he thought would be a great match for me. I asked him for high level details just to see whether or not I might be interested. 

His friend had just gotten divorced a few months ago, he lived in the same city as I did and he was looking to start dating again. He told me his name and told me to look him up on Facebook and see if I was interested. I did a little obligatory Facebook stalking and thought he was cute so I messaged my friend back and told him it was fine to share my information with him. 

From what I was able to find with my stalking, his name was Andy, he was an engineer and he played soccer in his spare time. He seemed attractive and like a guy that I would be interested in meeting. Other than that I was pretty blind to the situation. All I could do was wait to see whether or not we would actually meet.

I felt like this one might actually be a little more reliable though since it was a "friend of a friend" situation rather than a complete stranger. Time for the waiting game again!! If he called I would go out with him, if not I had nothing to lose anyway because I really didn't care about dating at this particular moment anyway.