Friday, July 6, 2007

Matchmaking

People often compliment me on my matchmaking skills. In fact, entire odes have been written about me, for example, "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a Match", to name a few. It is not just a talent, it is a sixth sense.

Mine is a thorough process. It begins with three very simple questions:

1. What kind of milk do you drink?
2. Do you prefer crunchy or creamy?
3. On which side do you part your hair?

Now, once one answers these three simple questions, I custom tailor the next few questions to the individuals. For example, if I were match making myself, I would then ask the following questions:

1. Do you have an undying desire to travel the world?
2. Do you have a goat?
3. If you were a mullet, what kind would you be?

My philosophy is simple. Superficial indicators are much more telling than most think. So far, I've had great success (if you close one eye and tip your head to a forty-five degree angle) the stats are impressive. For example, Donna and Ryan went on a second date - voluntarily (eeehhh?). Matt and Cindy never even meet for their "non-date" but I am sure they will fall madly in love...or at least go on a second "non-date" as soon as Matt gets around to inviting her to ice cream. (She is brilliant....he is brilliant, prefect). All in all, I think those are pretty good stats.


Of course my ultimate dream is to make a blog match. My questions would begin something like this:

1. Do you eagerly anticipate responses to your blog entries?
2. How do you feel about foreigners?
3. If life were a series of unfortunate events, which would be your most unfortunate?

I eagerly anticipate your responses.

6 comments:

Christalina said...

I'll admit I do eagerly await responses to my blog. Foreigners? I love my grandpa! And my most unfortunate event...I'll let you know...

Cindy said...

There are different kinds of mullets?

In response to your three blog questions, I'd have to say that 1) I do eagerly anticipate responses; 2) I have no problem with foreigners, as long as they're not forcing me to go on three-hour long grocery shopping trips, leaving raw meat out on my counter, spilling soup inside of the stove so that maggots will begin growing there, throwing rotten meat into the bottom of the trash can without even putting any liners in the trash can first, and so forth; (3) this is a tough one, but the most dramatic -- though certainly not the most unfortunate -- was the time that I was rocking backwards in my chair in the cafeteria and flipped over onto my back, getting the attention of everyone in the entire room, including an R.A. who felt the need to shout out my full name so that everyone would know who I was.

Actually, I think I've pointed out before that basically every important day in my life has been associated with an unfortunate event, like getting on the wrong bus on the first day of kindergarten, going to the wrong church when I was getting baptized, falling down the stairs in a classroom on my first day of college, dropping a diploma cover on my foot when I graduated from law school, etc. And my job interviewing experience could properly be labelled a series of unfortunate events as well.

Adam said...

The three kinds of mullets are: gross, grosser, and grossest.

1. Of course.
2. Love 'em. And their food.
3. Finding out that a toaster I used frequently in one of my mission apartments had a cockroach farm inside. The unhappy cockroaches came tumbling out when the toaster was inverted and shaken.

Adam said...

I'm still waiting for my match...

sandals said...

Chantal! You are so funny! I love this--especially the part about the different kinds of mullets. I, like Cindy, didn't know of the cornucopia of mullets out there! Come visit me sometime in Nash!

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