Cupid's Scattergun of Lerve

As previously blogged, I was at a party on the weekend of the Costume/Fancy Dress variety (DON'T get me started on that again).

It turns out that our lovely hostess for that particular shindig was of a mind to kill a few birds with the one arrow, and try to introduce the single people at the party to one another.

She was relatively subtle about it at the time, managing to disguise the fact in generally introducing disparate groups at the party. This is what every good host is made of (so you can then get on with drinking as much as possible with a clear conscience). However obviously this was not enough.

I received an email today from the hostess pointing out that one of the single young ladies at the party had mentioned me. Not really that surprising, since I was the tall-ish plonker in the fireman outfit. This email then went on to make it clear that the said single young lady would be quite amenable to me asking her out and then proceeded to include her contact details, both email and phone. Now while this isn't quite on a scale with Steph being set up on blind dates with gay blokes, I reckon the poor girl in question could be mighty pissed off at her friend the hostess for dropping her details to someone who could be a complete stalker.

Then again, there is only a 27% chance that I am a complete stalker. Statistics never lie.

Plus, I just received a call from Cupid to see if I would follow through. What is with all this chicks-pimping-their-friends action?