Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match...

Okay, a small bit of weirdness. I sort of have a date on Sunday. Well, more like someone playing Cupid introducing two people who she thinks might get along well, at least as potential friends. We're meeting over coffee at Barnes & Noble. I'm excited, with a dash of trepidation, and a oh, gee don't overdo it sort of chaser. Wish us luck, if only surviving the meet-and-greet-a-total-stranger-without-coming-off-like-a-dork sort of thing.