This may kill me.

I went out to dinner with my friend, J. I dated J for 30 seconds about 5 years ago. We have been friends ever since.
J had a breakup about a year ago and has since recovered beautifully. She is now dating a butch she really loves and is trying to ensure that I, too, find someone equally amazing – only in a femme version. I have been telling her that I have exhausted the Toronto pool of femmes and there are none left. She insists I haven’t. I have been telling her there are no sane women. She insists there are.
J believes (and J&C will likely agree… as will Stella probably) that I just don’t have a good enough screening process. Consequently, J has volunteered to screen women for me. She insists she will find me the perfect woman by the end of the summer. I’ll take that bet. Now she is actively recruiting femmes on my behalf. I just have to promise to go on a date with the ones she sends to me. This could be very interesting. But I don’t think she’ll be successful finding me someone.
But if she is, I’m hiring her to recruit technicians for me too.
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