I was at the House in Patriot where about 40 men and women (roughly in their early 30s) had gathered to take part in a type of dating game. One man, a good friend of mine, had a list of names of all the men and women and was going to match names so they could go out on a date. All the women I saw were attractive; one was black.

I stepped out of the room for a few minutes and when I returned I found that the matching had already taken place and that my name had been forgotten. I walked over to my friend and voiced my dismay. He said he would take care of it but I thought only unappealing women would be left. My name had been high on the list and I should have received a good match. Now I would probably be matched with someone unacceptable. I told my friend to forget the whole thing, that I was no longer interested and I marched out of the room.

In a rather foul mood I went upstairs. I didn't want to be around anyone and I thought about hiding in a large closet. But before I had time to act, my friend came upstairs and walked into the room. He told me he had arranged a match for me and he showed me a picture of the woman. But it was a baby picture in which the woman was probably only about 1 year old. She had a pretty face and I wondered what she would look like as an adult.

My friend then handed me a recent picture of the woman's face. She had a large smile and light brown hair. I decided to go out with her.

We went back downstairs and someone asked my friend about the possibility of his performing a wedding ceremony for them. My friend said he couldn't do it today because he already had about 50 other marriages to perform. I wondered if those marriages originated from couples which had previously been matched up here.