Take 2

"Did you ever go out with Bren Derlin?" 

Bren was a really nice guy I went out with once. However, we had absolutely nothing in common besides being tall. Due to the aforementioned height, his name comes up often. According to many, our similarity in inches is sufficient reason for a future together. 

"Yes, I have, he was really nice, but we had nothing to talk about. We spent the whole night smiling at each other."  

She whips out her phone, tapping out a text to him as though I hadn't spoken. "That was a long time ago; he's grown up since then."  

"But he was grown up then!"  

"He'll do what I ask him," she continues to tap, ignoring my objections.  

"But I—!"  

She swats away my protests as though dealing with an annoyingly buzzing insect. 

I was mortified, amongst other emotions, but thankfully the force of his lack of feeling echoed mine. He wrote back to her, firmly, that I was nice but we had nothing in common, that we spent the whole night smiling at each other. 

She was rather deflated, and confessed that considering how her own daughter's marriage came about (she knew her spouse for years and didn't marry until her 30s) she supposes that one can't force things. 

Y'THINK?