Better than Cupid.


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.


The Saturday That Never Was

You know that Saturday I’ve been bragging about? The Saturday I said Vic would be having his blind date? That Saturday? Yeah! Well, it didn’t happen. What can I say? When your sibling is graduating, it can only mean one thing: You either get your ass over there or your family will disown you. So Vic had no choice but to drag his sorry ass. And you could tell he was regretful about it, too. Hopefully, he and Aleah could meet up some time soon. I’m beginning to think I’m losing my touch with all this match making stint.

I was going over the previous comments (not that there were many of them) and something about what Monkee┬ásaid struck me. Hmm… Maybe it is high time to post pictures of both Ira and Vic (not shirtless, of course) here. The question is: When?


I Could but I Won’t: In Lieu of the Previous Post

It might have been ages since I last posted here and you can blame it on work. Not this match making stint but my real day job. But back to this business because let’s be honest. Match making is so much more exciting.

My other client friend, whose name is really Ira but I prefer to call him by his last name because Buyco sounds so much more kick ass. Booy-koh. That’s how it is pronounced. Say it one more time: Booy-koh. Totally kicks ass! So anyway. One of my friends actually asked me to set her up with him. And I was all like, “Are you sure? Are you really sure?” Buyco is a nice guy. Easy to get along with, can’t complain about his sense of humor and if there’s a night out or gimmick, you can rest assured he will pop up out of thin air. His motto when it comes to social extracurricular activities? This: I am ubiquitous. The thing is, the girls I recommend to him always back out. The reason can be summed up with one sentence. One very short sentence: He looks like a bad boy. Their words, not mine. I mean, if I were to describe the guy, I’d tell them “He resembles a grizzly bear in terms of looks but really. Everything else about him? A labrador.”

I am Little Ms. Match but Little Ms. Match tends to get lazy at times. So I just give Buyco my friend’s number and vice-versa. And voila! They are texting, people. Who knows what will happen when they meet face to face, right?

Oh, and heads up: The guy I mentioned in my previous post? *points below* He is about to embark on his first and a half blind date this Saturday. I am going to be there with him and shall try not too get too mesmerized by the sight of pasta and pizza so I can properly document this blind date I’ve cooked up for him.

And yeah, I could post pictures of him shirtless but I won’t, as I feel that would be tantamount to violating him. And as a conservative citizen of the world, I won’t. Unless someone pays me to.