Am I Messing with Fate?

Yesterday I took the train from DC to New Jersey for work. I was sitting next to a very nice man and we got to chatting about New York neighborhoods, his 20-something kids, their jobs, and his wife's fear of flying. And then ... I don't know what came over me, but I said, "Hey does your oldest son (who who I have never met or seen) want to be set up with one of my friends?"

First he looked a little horrified, and I felt like a total idiot for even asking. There I go again, being all "matchmaker-ish" around complete strangers. I really need to stop. But then he laughed, took out his iPhone and started scrolling through to show me a picture of his son, the music producer (oooooh!). But we were in a major time crunch. My stop was approaching. I had to gather my things! And he felt the pressure. He frantically located a picture. I caught a quick glimpse. Very good looking. His dad mentioned that he's also 6'4. Nice! My friend Samantha would totally love him. As I threw my laptop in my bag, I had a quick, yet vivid daydream about Sam and The Son meeting, falling in love, and then me giving a tear-jerking speech at their wedding.



The Dad, whose name I didn't even know, quickly handed me his card as I darted off the train. I yelled that my name was Jess, and I would email him.

So, here's my question ... do I? Is that the kind of thing only some sort of deranged psychopath would do? OR, am I just one email away from bringing this lovely man's son and one of my BFF's a lifetime of happiness? Maybe this was the bigger reason behind me having to schlep to New Jersey for a shoot with the Commissioner of Public Utilities and then practically getting accosted by a drunk woman eating ice out of a cooler in Newark Penn Station. 

Help. Should I just leave things status quo -- or email?

PS - Sam, probably should have cleared this with you first, would you like to be set-up?