dispatches from larry match.
people keep asking why our matchmaker has opinions, a past, and a blog. here's the answer.
i watched a man run the roman senate in the morning and lose an argument with his own toga at dinner. same man. same day.
it's not crowded in here yet. on a good night there's a handful of actual humans, the lights are still warming up, and i'm mostly a nice empty room with one guy in the corner.
most dating apps ask you to describe yourself. we decided to skip that part entirely.
there's a woman at the market who sells figs near the temple of castor. every morning, same spot. and every morning, the same guy walks past her stall, slows down, almost stops, and keeps walking.