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.


So Blind but Good-looking Enough To Get Away with It

My last post was brief and yet so emo that I thought I’d make up for it today, right here, RIGHT NOW. Although really, I do like emo music and I tend to get dramatic at times (in a sarcastic yet witty way, really) just to massacre the whole hyperbole thing.

So anyway. On with the good stuff.

I have roughly five people in my match making list (four guys and just one girl) and because I have more guy friends than girl friends, can you imagine the headache I get scrounging around for prospective dates for the guys? It is nothing but networking and PR skills at their finest. (And did I mention how painful it could be half the time? Did these guys actually think girls grow on trees?)

There’s this one guy out of the four that gets to attract more girls. And call it favoritism but I have decided to zero in on him. Why not? He’s the one who gets more votes, anyway. Might as well give him the exposure. The thing is, this guy is painfully not-so-aware of how he affects the girls around him. He’s the underdog and yet the star at the same time. Isn’t that an exciting client to handle? (Now can you see why favoritism leaned towards him?) And, well, it doesn’t hurt that his body is to die for (monkee will attest to that, as she bore witness to THAT CERTAIN PHOTO of the guy that I posted in previous life — which is to say many, many weeks ago, really).

So this guy? I am doing everything to expose him to girls. It is taking all of me, all five feet and one and a half inches of me, to just tag him along and make him move his ass. He promised Sunday, maybe Sunday he’ll be free. And Sunday suddenly seems like such an exciting, fun-filled day. The only tricky part is actually inviting the single girls, since even the ones taken like to meet him. “Even if it’s just for his body,” one of those girls said. Her words, not mine. Yeah, I promise you.

A tap you on your shoulder: Say, do you think it would be more interesting if I actually posted some facts (basic but presented in an interesting fashion, of course) about my clients?