Budapest

I went to a party tonight with J. I met J. through nerve.com, a dating website. We didn't really click, but he was cool and has a fetish of sorts for Hungarians, having married one years ago and having lived in Budapest for a while. He even dated a woman, who dated my brother and one of my ex-boyfriends, as it had turned out he has attended some of our "great," crazy parties at my father's place. The party tonight was at R.'s place. It was a suprise party for A., his wife, with whom he famously lives in an open marriage. Just two days ago R. had sent me a message on nerve.com that he would like to have a drink with me. I went to the party with a friend, M., a Hungarian who knows everyone in town. The surprise worked well, I pretty much ignored R., and then it turned out that J. had emailed A. through -- guess where -- nerve.com. So it's gone full circle. Funny, isn't it? Just like in Budapest.