On a fine October evening, a dear friend named Charlie had the wonderful idea of setting up one of his mates visiting from Australia with one of his coworkers. Sam, Charlie's friend going back to high school days, thought he would tag along, offering this world traveler his services as a wing man to help guide Cupid's aim.
Charlie, Sam, and their guest arrived at the bar in Manhattan and watched as a crowd swelled, the three amigos scanning the sea for Charlie's mysterious coworker. Young women and men from the polished offices of New York financial firms strutted their stuff and drank upscale cocktails. Sam felt increasingly out of place, ruffling his hair with his hands as he waited back in his jeans, t-shirt, and grey GCDS jacket he wore to work nearly every day. Needless to say, he did not think he was out looking for love.
When he first saw her, Sam felt magnetically drawn to Chloe. She wore a grey T-shirt with a bright red N, the logo for the Nebraska Cornhuskers, and sported a University of Virginia class ring on her right hand. Chloe was radiant, with eyes like sunlight breaking through a forest canopy and a smile that lifted his heart into the stratosphere. Sam made a beeline towards her and, as luck would have it, they instantly struck up a conversation. Music, politics, and so much more; Chloe's humor mixed with her deeply intellectual and passionate character left Sam floored, and he only wanted to learn and share more with this impossibly perfect match. "So this is how fate works," he thought to himself.
Charlie, bewildered by the magnetism that had drawn the two together, abruptly interjected, "Sam, this is my coworker, Chloe!"
So there you have it: the story of how Sam screwed up a gig as wing man one fine October night in 2016, and how Charlie inadvertently introduced him to Chloe, the woman of his dreams and the love of his life.