I'm not one of those people who spends energy on trying to get people together. You know the stereotype of the woman that delights in setting up singles they know, and then taking all the credit for it's success? (I'm pretty sure I can think of at least 3 movies wherein that's the entire plot premise.) But anyway, that's not me. The only time I set friends up ended in a trainwreck.
The year was 2006 and I was about four chocolate martinis into our faculty pub night. (It takes at least four drinks to make library students fun, just a heads up.) For some reason Muffy wasn't there -- rare for a pub night, since I was the elected Social Coordinator and I used to force her out to all my events. Anyway, I was leading the martini charge when one of the guys from school asked if I knew any single girls. I yelled, "Muffy!" Looking back, I don't understand how this guy needed my help at all... Library school is about 85% women, and of those, 40% are straight. (Don't quote me on that. My love for gays and lesbians might be skewing my memory somewhat.) Hang on, I've forgotten the point of this story...
