Online dating always provides a person with some good stories of how they either met "the one" or how they met the one person who even if they were the last human on the face of the earth you would still never go out on another date with them. But going on a blind date only to discover you were developing feelings for someone who turns out to be your LONG LOST SIBLING has got to be one of the wackiest stories I have heard reported in a fortnight or two.
Oh brother, where art thou?
Sara Kemp, 47, found him after lurking around on an UK internet dating site called forgetdinner.com. She discovered that the person she was canoodling over drinks at a bar with was her long lost brother George Bentley, now 42.
The siblings had been separated nearly thirty years prior when their parents divorced and each child went to live with one parent. They had long since given up their search for one another until the good ol' internet brought the lonely-hearted bro and sis back together but for really different intentions.
Now, some people would maybe just kill themselves right then and there upon discovering they had been exchanging flirty emails with their own sibling. I would at least need to burn myself repeatedly with a cigarrette to feel better or maybe just take a quick soak in a tub filled with bleach before I could move forward with my life. That's just me.
These two seem to be appropriately disturbed but also really happy to be reunited if not startled. The reason they were getting along so well over email and conversation was because unbeknownst to them they had already spent a portion of their lives together. Is it normal to feel happy for these two while I also rock back and forth in the fetal position?
At the very least I am thrilled for them to have found one another and relieved that they didn't have this realization while they were spooning in a post-coital glow. I can just see it--the brother gets up to light a cigarrette and pensively stare out the window when Sarah notices a birth mark on his butt cheek. She says, "my brother George had a birth... oh no." Cue violent vomiting.
In any event, I dedicate this beautiful song by Peaches and Herb to Sarah and George.