Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Matchmaker Matchmaker Make Me a Match

I wanted to draw you, my follies, a wonderful comic of the scene I'm about to portray for you.  I haven't had a comic on here for a while and I think you deserve one.  You really do. 

But you won't be getting one.  Because, well, Folly's a little busy right now.  And this post needs to go up today or it will lose it's appeal.  So enjoy, and I promise future comics of Folly's follies.

There is something to be said for professional matchmakers.  I've already pointed out how open I am to being set up with friends, friends of friends, etc. I'm comfortable with blind dates, I don't mind, but I do have an expectation that people who decide to set me up with guys they know have experience in amateur matchmaking and can make appropriate comments to encourage interest in either party.

I've already covered the slightly-botched matchmaking involved with The Bandleader.  Now let's cover the initial matchmaking attempt that happened last night.

Picture it: A bookclub meeting, 2011 (I'm channeling my inner Sophia Petrillo).  I sat on the comfy couch at my bookclub meeting next to a fellow bookclubber I haven't seen in a while.  As we chatted, The Bookclubber came up and sat next to me on the other side.  The following conversation ensued:


Bookclubber: "Sooooooo Folly, there's this guy at my work who's really cute."
Me: "Uh-huh..."
Bookclubber: "And he's asked me out, but I have a boyfriend, obviously, but he's really cute and I think you guys would get along!"
Me: "...Uh-huh..."
Bookclubber: "So yeah, I work with him--"
Other person: "Ooooo so he's really smart!" (bookclubber is in a science-y field. So -- she's got smarts)
Bookclubber: "Yeah! He's in Sales."
Me: "Okay."
Bookclubber: "He's really into his job."

"He's really into his job." <--what???  Is this good?  Does he have a social life?  Is he just ambitious?  Is he just a workaholic?  In the words of Double-rainbow Guy, "What does it mean?

Then,

Bookclubber: "He's Hispanic."
Me: "...okay."
Bookclubber: "Second generation.  He was born here."
Me: "Okay."
Bookclubber: "He's 26."
Me: "That's a good age for me."
Bookclubber: "Yeah!"

Aaaaaaaaand that was it.  I don't know if she was trying to determine my stance on immigration, or see if I have issues with dating outside my race, but it all just come off as....odd.  I mean listen, I've set my stance before that I am super okay and cool with setups, but I feel like she's overselling him to me.  I'm confused.  I don't get it.  I don't even know what, if anything, is going to happen.

All I know is that I have a chance at a free dinner here (and I never thought I'd be that girl who says that!).  And even if everything goes array, I'll have a great blog post eh? EH?

Eh.

2 comments:

Ashten said...

HAHA! "In the words of the Double Rainbow guy!" that was hilarious!! I hate when people set me up on dates. It's so awkward and when I leave the date I always end up wondering if the person who set me up even knew me at all!

Folly of One said...

You know, I don't mind being set up because you never know who you'll meet, and I have such a slow social life that I might as well - something to do, and at the very least it could make for a great story. But what's interesting is that the last two people who have attempted to set me up are people I've never actually hung out with apart from our usual activities (work, book club, etc)! I'm open to it, but I sort of have to ask "why...?"