It Was Meant To Be

"It's not meant to be," she said.
"What isn't?" I asked.
"Internet dating. You know, it's forced, artificial..."
"So you prefer to bump into someone at the next table in a Starbucks, or in front of a painting at the Tate, or around the garden at a party? That's more real is it?"
"Yeah," she said.
"And how is that working out for you?"
She didn't answer.
"The fact that two people meet on-line doesn't make it any less real," I said. "Maybe it's just meant to be that they meet on-line."
She paused. "Well, you haven't met anyone on-line yet...?"
"Maybe it's not meant to be," I said.