So here is my matchmaker story. One day I was at a movie with my husband. I remember very clearly, the movie was the absolutely heart-wrenching Gloomy Sunday. We were waiting for the movie to begin when my husband said: 'S. and his wife have split up.'
I tried to imagine S single. S is the kind of free spirit who collects everything as he travels the world and sends poetic/ cryptic collage postcards from across the globe.
Within an instant later I knew! I told my husband: 'He needs to meet Katy! They would be perfect for each other.' 'Slow down', my husband said. 'he just split up. The marital bed is still warm.' 'No, no, call him,' I said. 'Call him right away. She's it!'
It took a lot of insisting from us. Me nagging my husband, my husband nagging poor S. who had no desire to be matched up. Unbelievable enough, the two finally met and you can guess how the story ended: happily, just the way I like my stories.
The two now share their time between their two (Feng Shui) homes in Maine and North Carolina. Katy repays me by being my sole purveyor of fantastic Old Mill of Guilford grits. (Those do make me a little bit FAT but if you have not tasted good grits, you haven't lived.)
So who gets the credit for this beautiful match? Me or good Feng Shui? I'll never know.