When Friedman Met Friedman: How a Small Coincidence Turned into a Marriage
When I showed up at my friend Michael’s house for Thanksgiving dinner and asked if he had a man for me, I was only half-curious. It had been barely a year since I’d broken up with my partner of seven years, and there were enough cute guys in San Francisco to provide plenty of no-strings fun.
Michael thought for a second, then said, “Maybe.”
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