Run-ins in hot tubs

It's one thing to run into guys I've dated/hooked up with that I am vaguely connected to, which happens a lot given the yuppie techie circle I generally socialize in.  But it's another thing to have an utterly random run-in at a rather intimate gathering.  That, my friends, was my evening.  (Luckily, it was wonderful!)

I'd gotten invited to a wine & hot tub gathering at a friend-of-friend's place.  There were ten guests in total, nearly half were of the bring-a-friend variety, like myself.  I started chatting with a young man that was cute and very familiar, but I brushed it off as Blonde White Guy Syndrome.  A few glasses of wine later, while everyone was making their way to the hot tub, Blonde White Guy and I suddenly locked eyes and we both knew.  We'd gone on a date months ago, nothing had come of it because he's a typical 21st century male that doesn't know how to ask girls out.

What the fuck?  These random run-ins always leave me bewildered.  The solution is to either need to stop going on dates or stop trying to expand my social circle.  The answer is simple: online dating is is a horrible solution to the 'problem' that is singlehood.  Instead, I'd rather just embrace the wonderful new people I meet, the great (random) experiences I have, and call it a day.