Get Together With Old & New Friends. At The Drop Of A Hat. In Denver & Online.

Sugarmaples members, and brand new friends, Susan and Suzanne, enjoying a spontaneous gallery hop in Denver’s LoDo neighborhood.

Whenever you find yourself with some free time — 20 minutes, two hours, an entire afternoon — let me know. 

I’ll fill it, by hand, with a member you’ve met before and enjoyed hanging out with, or one I’m confident you’ll like. In Denver or online.

The activity — a hike, food truck run, video chat, gallery hop — is entirely up to the two of you.

Exactly what I was looking for.”

Kristin Dura
Retired Mom of Four Grown Daughters

My name is Ted Pearlman and I love introducing people I’m confident will enjoy talking to one another.

It’s been my favorite hobby for nearly 35 years.

Before I started Sugarmaples this winter, I used to introduce folks strictly by sending them out to lunch together.

The best lunch date of my life. We were there for two-and-a-half hours but could easily have stayed for five.”

Tina Roth Eisenberg
Founder of Creative Mornings and Tattly

All of this comes from my dad.

Dad with me in the Grunewald, near my parents’ apartment in Berlin, 1969. Dad was a TV news journalist and NBC had stationed him close to Prague to cover the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia.

He ran 4 little lunch conversation clubs that met at New York City Chinese restaurants, every week, like clockwork, from 1973 until 2015.

Starting in 1980, when I was 11 years old, if a day off from school coincided with one of the lunches, dad would bring me along.

It had an indelible effect on me.

Just shoot me a note at +1 (720) 728‑9494 or

If I invite a bunch of old friends to join with me, can you help us get together more often?

Absolutely. This is one of my favorite things about the project. I love helping old friends get together.

If an eagle and a tiger had a human baby that was then raised by ninjas, it would be Ted.”

Allan Branch
Founder of Less Everything

How is this free? Why are you really doing this? What are you trying to pull? Are you a serial killer?

Eventually, there will be a membership fee for folks who participate often. I’d love this to be the way that I make my living (this is how I make my living now).

But it’s still early days, with lots of kinks to work out. At this stage, I’m more than delighted if happy participants simply send new ones my way.

Ted is extraordinary at what he does. And he’s a man of his word.”

Phil Caravaggio
Co-founder of Precision Nutrition

What do you do for a living?

You can read about it on the bio page.

I love what you’re doing.”

Jason Fried
Founder of Basecamp and NY Times best-selling author of Rework, Remote and It Doesn’t Have to Be Crazy at Work

Why do you call this ​‘sugarmaples’?

My quasi-secret goal, before I kick the bucket, is to seed and nurture 1,000,000 friendships.

The name is an allusion to my favorite film, The Man Who Planted Trees, watchable below on Youtube.

It’s narrated by Christopher Plummer and won the 1988 Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film.

Do I need to live in Denver?


Are you hiring?

Not at the moment. But I will probably need to soon. If you’re interested in applying for a position, send me a note at +1 (720) 728‑9494 or

Is your dad still alive?

No. He died in 2015. Pancreatic cancer.

Dad, in the official garb of the jet-setting journalist, an expedition vest, during Thanksgiving weekend, 2001.

He’s looking at one of the endless, makeshift 9⁄11 memorials surrounding Ground Zero.

From the time I graduated college until his death in 2015, dad and I would regularly walk from 86th Street and Columbus Avenue, where he lived, to Battery Park, and back, a 12-mile round trip, talking the whole way.

Is there a sugarmaples podcast?

No. But I think one is probably on the way.

What if I have more questions?

Don’t hesitate to reach out to me at +1 (720) 728‑9494 or

This project is dedicated to my adopted aunt, Deena Stutman, or — as my sister and I knew her when we were growing up — Aunt Silly Billy’.

She was the kind of person everybody enjoyed talking to. Over the years, she taught me a lot about the meaning of friendship.

Deena, holding my cousin Gary’s daughter, Carli (who’s now working on her doctorate at Columbia), 1993. Photo by Gayle Shomer.

My mom met Deena for the first time, in coach, on a transatlantic flight between New York and Berlin, in 1969.

Mom was returning home to Berlin, solo, with me in tow, after a trip to introduce me to family back in the States. Deena was starting a solo European vacation.

I was only a few months old and apparently crying my head off. Deena, in the row behind us, peeped over the seat, introduced herself, and offered to rock me to sleep. My mom took her up on the offer and, as legend has it, I slept.

Deena, holding me in my parents’ Berlin apartment, only hours after meeting my mom first time, 1969. Photo by my dad.