Ray,
Thought it was awkwardly written, especially when Dave is the only name before: "a big dramatic fight over a guy you were both interested in." Makes it seem like he's gay, & I'm guessing that he's not. She also started the article by talking about Dave, so would have been much better if she also ended w/ his story (to frame the whole thing). Photos probably improve perception a bit, but not that important. ________________________________ From: [email protected] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Ray Bradley Sent: Monday, June 18, 2007 11:14 AM To: [email protected] Subject: [wc] Would like your opinion... from Friday's Weekend section... http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp- <http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-> dyn/content/article/2007/06/14/AR2007061400319.html This is the lede. I am friends with the subject, so I am biased. If you read these first few paragraphs, would you be inclined to read the rest? What would your opinion of Dave be? -------------------------------------------- Dave Connolly needed friends. Which is a tricky predicament. Tricky and kind of banal. And -- let's be honest -- a little sad. By the time you're out there in the world, haven't there been enough opportunities -- in the sandbox and eighth-grade math class and the varsity tennis team and between dorm rooms and cubicle clusters -- to pick up a few good friends? Obviously. Unless, you know, there weren't. Or there were. There were all those opportunities, and buddies were met and made and then, somehow, lost. Binding ties came unbound. Maybe there was a marriage. A baby. A transfer, a taxing project, an illness, a changing lifestyle, diverging hobbies, a new neighborhood, a gradual maturing, a big dramatic fight over a guy you were both interested in. Maybe your new medical sales job has you sleeping in Reston and creeping along Interstate 66, shaking hands with lots of doctors and nurses and not really getting to know anyone. Maybe you're Dave Connolly, 29, athletic and outgoing and fun and successful, and everything was great and your social calendar was booming until one day it just wasn't. Banal. A little sad. And common enough for this town to support a whole host of organizations designed to help people reach out and meet someone. Probably lots of someones. Probably in similar predicaments.
