Matchmaker matchmaker
What is it with women and our need to nest? And even when we ourselves have nested, we’re not done nesting. We have to spread the wealth of the nest as if we’re proverbially picking up the twigs by the mouth and spitting them at our single friends. Birds force-feed their young, women force-hitch their friends.
(Un)fortunately in this case, I’m one of the “single folk” who’s nest (or lack thereof) is being spat upon. I know several women–my mother included– who have an impeccable way of pairing people up. Maybe they have a knack for reading people and discerning their wants and needs correctly. Maybe they’re just really good with figuring out compatible personalities …or maybe it’s a gift.
I’m talking about matchmakers. A dear friend in college used to key me in on a new guy each week marketing him as the future father of my babies; my mom has always gone for the “nice looking” men who have a “genuine and sincere smile” fit for her daughter; right now I have two girlfriends who are in cahoots and actually do a pretty good job picking out decent men…the only drawback is that the one other I allowed them to set me up with was the infamous cop… dunno bout that.
Tonight, however an adorable (taken and also a mommy) friend of a friend decided to share a story about this nice young gentleman about “my age” who seemed like a good fit for me. She disclaimed, “I have to warn you though, when I pair people up, they get married.” Astounding. Could this mystery man be my future husband? …I guess I’ll have to wait and see…
August 12th, 2007 at 4:56 am
UGH! Matchmakers drive me insane. It is the mission of one of my oldest and dearest friends to pair me off with one of our other oldest and dearest friends–despite his complete (and rather obvious might I add) lack of interest…grrrrr
November 13th, 2007 at 12:58 am
[...] seems every time I turn around, somebody has “someone in mind� for me. Matchmaker after matchmaker can’t wait to share the good news about how she’s found “the one� for me. [...]