Merry Christmas everyone! As you were awoken at 2 am, then 3 am, maybe 5 am by your precious, cherub-faced children who destroyed Christmas presents like the barracuda eliminated Nemo’s siblings (too soon?), I was in bed. Not that being up multiple times during the night isn’t fun. I’m sure you had a scream of a time trying not to…
“Looks don’t matter,” is an oft cited platitude typically uttered by someone already coupled off with a partner they find attractive. But when addressing a single person? Well looks shouldn’t matter, you shallow little love beggar. If you have your hands out hoping someone takes pity on you, be grateful for the cathedral gnome ringing the church bells….
The title of this post should’ve saved you a click. Why string you along when I can dispense with the long tales and tell you all three dates the Matchmakers set up were duds? You’re welcome. It’s been a while since I posted, so get caught up. Read Step One: Meeting My Matchmakers, Describing my ‘Match’……
Sit down for this truth bomb: everyone’s different — a fact not easily swallowed by some. Hence my constant need for disclaimers. Like this one: If you’re prone to fits of offering unsolicited advice like “Maybe you should [insert your advice here]” I’d recommend you read Yes I Hired Professional Matchmakers. No, I Don’t Want Your Advice….
We interrupt the professional matchmaking blog series to address a pervasive myth all single people hate hearing and debunking on the regular: we’re single because we’re “too picky.” I’m hitting this topic now, for after my last post, a number of singles told me they’d been wanting to say everything I’d written, but held back out of politeness….
This past weekend I filled in some friends on the personal goings on of my dumpster fire of a love life, with a number of them requesting I blog about the disasters. Until now, I’ve been keeping relatively mum on this subject, wanting to keep my personal life personal. But dating is one of those universally understood crapfests…
“Have you ever had your personality tested?” is a question I ask with great frequency. Because, as Shakespeare advised, it’s a good idea to know thyself. I am an INTJ. If that letter combination makes your face contort like you’ve smelled your own flatulence, allow me to explain as you light a match for that fart. It won’t…