A few weeks ago I got a call from my Aunt asking if she could pass my number on to a boy that she met at a party, I said that she could pass on my email address and we could go from there.
Apparently, it's going. Contact from said boy has been made via email and while I have responded, I remain a little weary about this whole, "let's set Hannah up with whoever is available" fever that seems to be gripping, well, everyone I know in these past few weeks.
It occurred to me earlier today that as my Aunt has now taken up for me the position of matchmaker that I am now either going to have to a) marry the boy that she wants me to or b) find a spectacular match on my own.
Neither of these choices seem like they are going to be particularly fruitful.
Crap.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Pursued...
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2 comments:
hmmm.............I want to say something, but not sure what to say, so instead I leave you with two words to hopefully make you smile: GLUE PEN!
I have one word for you: Facebook.
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