Perfect MatchPerfect Match
Today is turning out to be a dichotomy of depression and humorous irony. It would be my ex-boyfriends birthday today, which already puts me in a quandary of the "do I/don't I" call that has inevitably happened every year up to this point, but seems long past overdue for dying. As if that weren't bad enough to keep my mind racing a mile an hour, my good friend Dodge is getting married tomorrow. Seeing as how he and I were each others "back ups" and now he's the first to get hitched, I'm feeling a tremendous sense of loss, as well as feeling as though I've been deliberately mislead. And to round out this trifecta, I just received an IM from my sister-in-law describing a friend of her and my brothers in Palm Beach that they (read: her only, as my brother will have none of it) just think would be perfect for me. She has described why we are perfect for each other in the following way: "He's 6'4" or taller, he has a place on the ocean, and makes big $$$$$$". I asked if he likes unemployed ladies with a penchant for Big Macs, to which she replied "he loves Big Macs!" So far so good I'm thinking, "did I mention he flys private jets to the Bahamas for gambling and loves midgets?" We're getting quite warm over on my end and then she finishes with the following line, "Titty bars, gambling, weed, coke... I am telling you, you are a perfect match!" Ummmm... Seriously, those last attributes are what my FAMILY is trying to set me up with? I'm doomed from the start!