Lives intersect in unexpected ways, sometimes taking time for strange occurrences to play out. Like people who inadvertently marry their own brother or people who save strangers from death. Fuck, I just set up my story to be as dramatic as those. Well basically, my story is as important. See, I've played a large role in someone's life who I barely even know.
I met this person last year at a conference. They* mentioned the type of work they are interested in and I told them about a job opportunity. They got the job. Then we became friends on facebook. When they were traveling to my hometown they messaged me to ask if I knew any queer people they could stay with in the area. I suggested a friend's place and they had an amazing time, even hooking up with a gorgeous woman while they were in town. The second time I met this person face to face was at a Brooklyn coffee shop on Monday, as I was leaving. A coffee shop used to be a place I passed by on my way to work or would spot and self righteously detest in gentrifying neighborhoods. Now it's a place I use to give structure to my life and meet up with friends.
When I told them I got laid off, they said they had once fucked someone in the conference room (information that a mere month ago would have been fascinating, but now just pissed me off). We chatted for a few minutes and I introduced them to the friend I was with who had just been telling me they were lonely and looking for something new. Afterwards my friend said she thought they were cute. I sent them an email putting that out there. Now they're going to hang out.
Basically I got this person a job, a free place to stay on vacation and sex with two hot and intelligent women.
*I'm using "they" instead of he or she, because I'm not sure what their gender identity is or what they like to be called by.
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