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I introduced two rich kids at a fundraiser and now their parents think I’m a professional matchmaker
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Two weeks later a mother materializes with a garden brunch that looks like Versailles on Ozempic, there is a harp, the napkins have monograms, someone serves soup and people clap like they just saw fire for the first time, and everyone agrees the match is a miracle because wealth confuses coincidence with strategy.
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Parents start shopping for more miracles, there is a son who needs a personality, there are offers for Aspen like it is a coffee shop around the corner, and brunch invitations breed like rabbits in cashmere. This is not matchmaking, this is gravity at a catered event, but the rich adore a narrative that explains why their offspring spoke to another human on purpose. The trick was free and repeatable. Put two bored people near each other and get out of the way. The harp is optional.
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