Better than Cupid.


Things I Have Learned About Match Making

1. You cannot convince Vic to drop whatever it is he’s into right now for the sake of one blind date. It’s about as effective as giving chocolates to someone with diabetes.

2. Physical attraction plays a crucial part in the initial stage. Buyco is proof to that.

3. Your mother will tell you to stop match making because you’ll only end up sad and alone and lonely in the end. Did I mention sad and alone?

4. When you ask two of your friends (Ahem! Vic and Buyco) if they know someone who they can introduce to you, one suddenly becomes creative with excuses and the other suddenly decides to drop off the face of the earth.

Being a match maker is a tough, thankless job and you develop a lot of things along the way. Better PR skills, a thicker skin, determination, the drive to succeed, and resisting the urge to charge for the service.

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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 said 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.


Comments That Flew Off THEIR Mouths

I got to hang out with two of my girl friends last Tuesday night and what was supposed to be some knee-deep editing and revising turned out to be a session of pigging out and poking fun of each other. Until. Until I made a very thoughtful comment regarding how [bleep’s!] recent boy looks like one of my client/victim/friend. She got all excited and asked me to show a picture of said guy. So I did and we reached a mutual decision: Introduce the two of them and come what may. Amen.

Then I proceeded to tell them that this look-alike has a friend and because they were as much curious beavers as I am when it comes to anything or anyone new, we hopped on over to said friend’s social network profile. And then lo and behold! Furor came with torrents of not-so-wholesome comments. (Vic, what were you thinking when you put up that primary pic of yours?!) I thought my friends couldn’t have made more racket about Ira’s height. Boy, was I wrong. DEAD WRONG. Because upon seeing Vic’s primary photo? I resisted the urge to wipe the drool off their mouths. And I didn’t know whose eyes I should cover first, theirs or mine.

“He’s yummy! He’s yummy, Anna!” declared one of them. I then and there had a brain fart. True, that guy had a nice body but isn’t the brain sexier? (Sidetrack: Dear Conor, please marry me today.)

A couple more clicks on the other photos of Vic and all hopes of this fuss dying was beginning to wane. “He’s CUTE!!!” was another comment breathed on my left ear. When I’ve exhausted his gallery of photos, both of my girl friends actually requested that we go back to the pictures of him shirtless.

And here, I thought it was only guys who go through this kind of stuff. Had Vic witnessed that scene, would he have felt like a piece of meat amidst a pack of, say, wolves? Cute wolves but wolves nonetheless. With sharp teeth. Salivating. With a glint in their eyes. You get the idea.

*sidenote: Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification


World, Welcome Little Ms. Match

What started as an interest grew into a joke. And then it got bigger — BAM! Just like that. I realized, “Hey, I could really help match people.” So here is this blog, kicking off what I hope would be one big ball of adventure.

Right now I am helping two guys look for romantic prospects. This is a quest, as I have realized I have a shortage of girl friends who I can set up with them. The answer to this woe-is-me issue? Networking! Friends of friends… of friends, if I get desperate. Ira and Vic have given me their blessings in posting their pictures here but I haven’t. Yet. Not because I am so busy but because I am a lazy ass who thrives on procrastination. But no worries! By next week I’ll be putting up photos of them and brief descriptions. For now: Heads up, ladies! Who knows, one of those two guys might just be who you’re looking for.

On the other hand, they may not be your type. At first. But then opposites attract, right? I mean, stranger things have happened…