Oh Princess

I set up a friend of mine with a woman I know. Not a woman I know well but know enough to think it would be a wise idea. Oh. poor. fool. am. I.

He is a rugged All-American dream, and she, straight out of a fashion magazine. Both are successful, intelligent and engaging. Why not? Some of my other pairings have ended in matrimony (which was intriguing to her I will add.)

Over a group outing, he asked her if she would be interested in meeting him at the park on Saturday. A typical outing for him and his frisbee-loving Lab. She, holding her martini, flashed her laquered red nails at him and said in a voice like Cruella,

"You can't be serious. Do these nails look like they like to go to the park and play frisbee?"

I believe I may have heard the proverbial cricket chirp in the deafening silence that followed.

He excused himself, being a proper gentleman. Later after he paid his tab, said to me in a quiet voice, "I think I'll pass."

Win some, lose some as the addage goes. So she doesn't like the park, I thought. So what? At least she isn't pretending the park is the most incredible way to spend a Saturday until a year into their relationship and she comes clean, right?

Could she have modified that tone though, and sounded a touch less bitchtastic? But of course. Perhaps she was employing an odd sense of humor. I doubted it but thought no harm, no foul.

Until I got an email from her stating she can't believe my friend didn't call her, and he must be just another arsehole.

Areyouserious?

And I thought, hmm.....someone is definitively an ass, yes, but I am fairly confident it is not him.

Lesson learned: Screen a bit better next time. And maybe just maybe check the talons before playing matchmaker.