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WILLCOX, ARIZONA — We recently spent a night with my friend Heather, in Beverly Hills. She is one of my dearest friends, and there is never a dull moment in her company. Whereas I have made a career out of being what you might call a "technology generalist", she has made it her hobby to be an "intellectual generalist". Among many other things, she truly lives to learn, and there are few topics, if any, that she isn't interested in learning at least enough about to appear to really know her stuff compared to an ignorant dolt like you or me. Plus she can sing, she's quite attractive, and she's as sweet a person as you'll ever meet. About her only failing quality is that she's single and I'm not. Though quite happily not, I might add. (Erin does read these things sometimes.)
Usually, when one of my friends is out of the dating scene, my instinct is to let them fend for themselves — not that I'm trying to be mean or selfish, but hey, where was everyone when I was in high school trying to get some? (Not that I'm bitter or anything._ But, alas, this isn't the case with Heather: I would love to help find her someone, maybe set her up with just the right guy. The problem is, I don't know anyone that would meet the necessary basic criteria — single and straight — let alone be in the Southern California area.
I have a good idea, though, of what might work. She might disagree, but I think she needs a cowboy. An intellectual cowboy, of course, but a cowboy nonetheless. And fortunately, we're headed in just the right direction.
