Not iDating, but what the heck...
Last night one of my friends from work (and his wife) hosted a party for his 30th birthday. It was going to be a couples-intensive gathering, so I originally planned to bring a date. Then I realized that a coworker party seemed like too much of a girlfriend type activity for comfort, so I scratched that idea.
Party was looking very uneventful, just drinking and chatting with friends/coworkers. As expected there weren't really any single girls to speak of. Buddy's wife is a teacher, so I'm shuked as to what the problem is there though.
Finally I went outside and there were actually a couple girls who looked unattached. One was a cute, very fit blonde so I started talking to her. She was from St Cloud and went to UW, which made for some pretty easy ins for me. She and her friend beat me in beer pong (I blame my partner), we talk some more, and eventually they leave with a "hopefully we'll see you out again" or somesuch. For some reason I didn't ask for her number.
Shortly thereafter I asked my friend's wife about her... "oh, she's a lesbian".

She also said it was decided in advance that I was supposed to meet some other friend of hers that night. But that one got too drunk and went home early (possibly before I even arrived).
Luckily, around this time a new teacher had shown up. We'll call her "sexy librarian". I'm feeling pretty loose by now, so I just plop down next to her on the cooler and start chatting her up. I had almost forgotten how much I love parties. Chicks defenses are down, since if you're there you must know someone they know, therefore you must be ok. So much easier than bars. Anyway, this girl is clearly not an exception. It turns out she also just got divorced this month. We flirt, play some beer pong, casually come into physical contact way more than necessary, etc. At one point I made her get her glasses and put her hair up to show a little of the librarian look. Very nice.
Unfortunately her very sober and likely very bored sister (it was past 3 by now) was going to make sure she got home safely, so there was no hope of any drunken shananigans. Party was wrapping up and we were all saying our goodbyes to the hosts. Before she can leave, I hustle her back outside. Not subtle at all, but what do I care? She gives me her number, and we do a little kissing before calling it a night.
Granted I was drunk, but I kinda dug this chick. Will definitely call sometime this week. First I should probably find out from my buddy if there was some reason she wasn't the predetermined target though.