I had coffee this week with a man I once dated, though “dated” might be generous. We were set up by a matchmaker. We had plenty in common, but we weren’t a match, which confirmed something I’ve since come to believe, matchmaking isn’t meaningfully different from an app. Overlap isn’t alignment. We chose friendship instead, and it stuck. He met his wonderful wife soon after, and I’m genuinely happy for him. The matchmaker may have missed the mark romantically, but she accidentally did something better: she introduced me to a friend.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://uncommongathering.substack.com/p/coffee-with-an-old-friend-and-ramblings