Last week I shared a horrific experience about my mother trying to set me. For the better part the week my mother asked if I wanted to attend her company picnic in which I'd meet this boy.
After last year's picnic, where I was not at all entertained, I had already made up my mind not to go. And because I was already embarrassed by the matchmaker, I definitely was not going to go.
Like I said before, there's something more romantic about meeting by chance and it doesn't hurt the ego to know someone might actually like you for you.
By the way, my mother told me yesterday that he didn't even show up for the picnic. (Does that really matter?)
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