The Perfect Non-Date/Date

Last week, I went on a perfect date. We started out at Caracas, the Venezuelan arepa bar in the East Village for a light snack. Conversation flowed effortlessly. We moved on to see a performance of Matt & Ben at P.S. 122, a funny play made all the more endearing because my date and I had both gone to college in Somerville, Mass, where the play was set. We finished off the evening over coffee and tea at Mudspot, where we realized that not only did we get most of our information from the same media outlets (Salon.com, the New Yorker, and Gothamist, among others), but that we both had been putting money away in our ING Orange accounts. What a coincidence -- we had so much in common!

The only problem with the date was that it was with Doug, one of my closest friends. Doug is happily engaged, and was in fact recently featured in a Salon.com article highlighting groom weblogs. (Isn't he fantastic? Smart, funny, witty, and sensitive -- and he cooks too!) Doug is one of the reasons that other guys I go on actual dates with never quite seem to measure up.

So, here's to Doug -- thank you for making sure that I end up with a guy who's at least as amazing, smart, funny, thoughtful, and talented as you are, and for supporting me while I sort through the junk.

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[Doug]

And thank you for putting up the worst picture of me you have.

[Laren]

What are friends for?
;-)