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Scared

Okay, so I read somewhere that blog posts should be somewhere between 200 and 250 words just to make it effective. That’s because the people here in the internet are nomads. You can’t keep them still in one website for too long. So before you can even get the chance to blink the next time around, I will tell you this: I am SCARED. To the visitors who got here too late and didn’t get the chance to see the photo I had originally posted, I wish there was some way to put that photo back up here at Little Ms. Match but the truth is I’m scared… Of what my friend in the photo would say or do if he finds out I actually posted a picture of him shirtless here at my blog. He’s generally a nice guy. The shy, quiet and laid-back type (I know, right? How can someone with that great a body be described like that? Oh well, stranger things had happened) but because he’s a foot taller than I and he can probably throw me out the window with just one hand, my face trailing skidmarks along the ground, then I chucked the photo out again. For the second time around.

monkee, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ll be putting that photo up again so you just need to rely on whatever memory that that certain photo had engraved in your mind. *tee-hee*

And for you, dear people who actually take the time to read all this: Thank you. I will be posting more wholesome pictures the next time around. Ones which actually depict the blind dates themselves and not a shirtless photo of one of my clients.

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Because My Unemployment Made Me Cave In

Sunday is drawing near, and if you’re wondering what that entails to in relation to my match making racket, feel free to see this. So anyway. Sunday. Apparently, even if Vic were to make it on that day, I can’t. That means another postponed meeting/date, right? OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY. So what am I going to do about that? Ha! You have to wait and see what sneaky yet delicious plan I have under my sleeve. Hint: Tune in to this match making blog regularly. It’s the only match making blog that gives you regular droll yet informative stuff about what goes on behind the doors of blind dates.

monkee has asked me a favor and I feel like giving in today because… Oh, I don’t know. Because it is Day 1 of my being unemployed and I have nothing better to do than post a picture of my client shirtless? If you think that is very mean of me, then I guess now is the optimum moment to tell you that it was a good decision then, on my part, to not post his other shirtless pics. Because one photo of my client shirtless is already mean and if I go for two? Then that makes me horrible. If I ever take leave of my senses and shoot for three, what then? That makes me cruel, people. Cruel and heartless. So here’s just one photo of him shirtless. Just don’t forget to wipe that drool off your face after.

This entry has been edited. To be more concise: I have taken down the shirtless photo. I have figured it’s been way too long for me to exploit my client.;) So yeah, your eyes idn’t just deceive you. If you got here just today… Ta-da! Welcome my new Little Ms. Match signature. I know, I know. The photo of a hot shirtless guy is more interesting but please keep in mind that I am a wholesome citizen of the world. Thus, shirtless photos of hot guys shoul be limited.


Now You See Him, Now You Don’t

If you’ve been visiting this blog the last week, you’d have seen a… photo. Of some guy. Why I’m hesitant to expound on that, ask monkee. Sorry, I had to take it down because I’m afraid he will hunt me down and I’m highly likely he’s going to be creative about the ways he’ll get back at me for posting his picture. Of course I could try to inflate his ego to save myself. Say something like, “But you looked so good in that photo! You looked so sexy you put Hayden Christensen to shame!”

Sydney Socialite is right. It would be better if my so-called clients were a lot more proactive. I wish they’d just say “Go!” when I tell them I have someone to pair them up with. In the T.V. series “Ms. Match” none of her clients were fussy. I found out that in real world, clients are more demanding. Oh, yeah. I found that the hard way. But I’m not waving the white flag yet. I may have taken down that certain photo but that was just me being smart. I mean, what would become of the world if Little Ms. Match was gone? It would be a sadder place, my friend. A sad, sad place. Think of a party that plays Britney Spears songs non-stop.