Cyrano and Me

My friend, K, really wants to be married.  She's a lovely woman, a lot more conservative than I am, and she always believed marriage and kids should be part of her life.   Since she wants that, I want that for her.   And that's how this story began.  K went to a Speed Dating event hoping to meet the man who might become her husband.   She met a guy.  Actually she met two guys and that's how her troubles started.   By the way, this is one way that she and I are different.  If I met two guys, I'd think "Absolutely! Always have a spare".   K meets two guys and thinks she has to pick one. 

But first she has to decide which one, so she goes on a date with each one so she can learn enough to inform her decision regarding which one should be The One.  I'm thinking, "just date them both", but she won't listen to me.   Long story short, she picked the wrong one.   She also didn't handle passing on the other one so well, so he stopped speaking to her.

A year goes by and she's still talking about The One That Got Away.   But she's just talking about it.  She won't call him or write him or Tweet him...nuthin.   She's talking about it and I'm sick of hearing about it.   So the next time she brings it up, I tell her it's time to put-up-or-shut-the-eff-up!  My thinking is, reach out to the guy, apologize for whatever happened, tell him you've thought about him from time to time, and would like a second chance.  But K is too shy to do that.  

I really thought she should call him. Their reconciliation would make a great story and I could tell it in the toast I'd give at their wedding.  She was too embarrassed to call, so I "convinced" her to email him.   Except she wouldn't.  We spent the whole dang afternoon talking about the email she wouldn't write.  And that's when I took matters into my own hands.   If Cyrano de Bergerac can do it, why can't I?

So I drafted what I'm sure was a lighthearted, charming and heartfelt note and sent it to him from K's email address.   She was both mortified and kind of excited.  I was very pleased with myself.   I told her she could treat me to dinner after their date.   Except there was no date.  She never heard from him.  He didn't respond to my her note.  And she felt embarrassed all over again, cringing from the rejection.  But we don't really know; maybe he's dead.

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