Mr. UnHollywood and I set up two friends on a blind date who have been happily married for seventeen years and have two adorable sons. Whenever we see them, they still thank us and I’m humbled and honored that it worked out the way it did.
I’ve also arranged blind dates that went south. After one particularly disastrous date, the girl sheepishly called me to say she might have been a tad mean. Then she started crying. Call Waiting bleeped through and it was the guy who thanked me for nothing. This handsome, funny gent assured me that we were still friends, however, I knew setting him up again was a no go. My credibility was shot.
From this, I developed a Golden Matchmaking Rule that both parties have to agree to before I text along any photos or numbers. Behave. Don’t say anything negative about your date!
Matchmaking is delicate business, but one I recommend you don’t shy away from. Even if you have ninety-nine flubs, isn’t the one match worth it?
This week I set up “Alex” with two women. Alex is a solid guy with a contagious smile, his own business, a beautiful home and no one to share it with except his German Shepherds, llama and pot-bellied pig. Alex is a handy guy and a typical weekend project is for him to build a barn so the goats don’t get cold. Does this sound like a caring guy or what?
I’ve never met face to face the two women with whom I set him up. They’re friends of friends. What some in the know would derisively call a “Double Blind.” I say Double Whoop.
If friends I respect recommend them, I’m game. I spoke to the women, saw their photos and answered their questions. What’s he look like? Has he ever been married? Does he want kids?
We covered a lot of ground, but obviously I don’t know everything there is to know about Alex. That’s for them to find out.
I really, really hope one of these two women is a match. There’s a Jewish saying that if you make three matches, you get a free pass into Heaven. One down, two to go.