Just when you thought it was safe to be an atheist

In one of my former stints in Rome, I became friends with T, who was studying at one of Rome's universities. She liked me because I was American (you'd have to ask her why--I certainly don't understand it) and I liked her because she was female. Not for that reason alone, obviously, but I do feel the need to get away from the all-male environment occasionally and expand my horizons with some of that legendary female irrationality. T was young, pretty, fun to be with, but at the same time strong enough to resist my sex appeal so she fit the bill quite nicely.

After moving back to the States, I kept in touch with T, who went back to Kenya to advance the cause of women's rights in eastern Africa. Over the years, we made various plans to meet, but they all fell through. I hoped that sometime during this six-year assignment in Rome I might get to the chance to travel to Kenya, but as I saw my schedule filling up, I began to despair of ever seeing her again.

On Thursday, I received the following e-mail from T: "...Just to let you know that i will be traveling to Toronto tomorrow for a job interview with WACC...."

What are the chances of that?! We're having dinner tonight!