When worlds collide

I knew that in a town of this size, with a scene of even smaller proportions there was a possibility of the following happening, yet it threw me for a loop in any case. Last night I was having a normal night out with humans I know from my daily experiences, when all of a sudden – oh, hey who is that guy - am I at home using my computer and wearing 3D glasses or am I looking at an online pen pal face-to-face?

These two courted via snail mail and were wedded after a penpal-ship called WWII was over.

This particular pen pal comes from OkCupid, and we had for several days carried on a casual flirtation. He sees me and it is evident we are both unsure of protocol in this unique situation. We are in a small venue (Jimmy Valentine's, appropriately titled Lonely Hearts Club) and not saying hi would be infinitely more awkward than saying hi. He comes over and apologizes for approaching, but what else could or would we do?

He is cute in real life, which is not a huge surprise as I examine the posted photos of all potential suitors carefully to ensure that I am not looking at photogenic flukes and that they retain their attractiveness from a variety of camera angles.

Alas, it is awkward. Our friends are present, the music is loud and we can’t hear the compulsory small talk generally reserved for planned dates. Compulsory small talk in a small scene is unavoidable. I flee this land mine and run into another in the form of a semi-estranged ex. I contemplate how I’ve rendered this town unlivable for myself as I head for the bar and ask for a stiff drink.