the vagaries of fate

so two weeks ago, i was signed up to do a speed dating thing. serena and i had agreed to go, because we figured if both of us went it would be fun, even if only as something to mock afterward. and then, two days beforehand, she started dating someone and refused to go. now of course, we'd already paid, and being the poverty-struck grad student (read, cheapskate) that i am, there was no way i was going to waste that money, so i went ahead by myself. it was an interesting process, and i can see how it could work-- you really can tell in a few minutes if you're interested enough in the other person to talk to them again. ironically, the only interesting man i met that evening was the one i got to talking with beforehand, who wasn't actually doing the speed dating. we got together later that week, had a wonderful time, made plans to go out again, and then his company recalled him to london. i'm-- frustrated. the only man i've met in months that i've found really, seriously interesting, (and the most interesting one since, wow, since mike armer) and he leaves the country. he's hoping to be permanently transferred here in a couple of months, but nonetheless, frustrating.