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Call Me Emma: Or How I Once Signed A Friend Up For eDating.

Zoosk. eHarmony. jDate. There are literally thousands of online dating sites out there just waiting to bring you to love. There’s one for all you Christians out there looking to “Find God’s Match For You.”  Or if you’re Jewish, you can “meet Jewish singles” on another site.  You can find true love. Fake love. Instant lust. And if you are a billionaire, then Bravo will help you find your next trophy spouse. Yay?

But back in the olden days when people actually used telephones to call people and when mail actually used a stamp, the term “matchmaker” applied to a person not a website. I know. Those days were so weird. I mean imagine people meeting people through other people. Woah. And during those long-ago times, people used to make matches for a living. Yes, matchmaking was once a noble profession extending back before the beginning of time.

As I learned from Mulan, a completely reliable and 100% historically accurate Disney film, matchmakers brought honor to us all and were “scarier than the undertaker.” However, some matchmakers were a lot more benevolent. Jane Austen’s Emma certainly meant well in her own selfish way. And I am sure Shakespeare’s fairies really weren’t that bad. They just wanted to bring on the love. Can you really fault them?

I can’t fault them. Matchmaking can certainly be fun. Just ask my college friend Amanda. While visiting me yesterday in NYC, Amanda and I got to reminiscing about some of our more memorable educational memories. Like the time I decided to try my hand as a new age Emma and sign dear Amanda up for an online dating site.  Note to all you people out there in the universe: friends do NOT like it when you sign them up for sleazy dating sites without their previous consent.  I have no idea why not, but needless to say, Amanda was not pleased at the time to be receiving “flirty” emails and messages from random men on a random site (though in my defense I did not use her real email, include her real name, or her real address). You never know where loves gonna come from, Amanda, maybe it’s gonna come from that plumber living in central Maine…

While my first matchmaking attempt obviously failed, one of my favorite romance novels recounts the astounding success of Annabelle Granger as a matchmaker extraordinaire, so if you are looking for a little meddling inspiration, try picking up Match Me If You Can by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Way better than a dating site. Plus, you can get a few pointers for your own matchmaking endeavors. Example: matchmaking yourself might just be the best plan of action….

Romantic Question: What you ever tried to match-make a friend? If so how did your attempt go?


August 1, 2011 at 2:32 pm Leave a comment

Call Me List-Queen!

Kick the Bucket

Damn You #6!

There’s nothing I love more than a good list.  So organized, so clean, so concise.  I make lists for everything.  Lists for shopping, deadlines, plans.  Recently, I made the most epic Senior Year Bucket List for all of my friends, just so they would know what was happening.  For the rest of the year.  Why waste another minute–as Rascal Flatts sang.  When a friend comes to me with a problem–usually about a boy–my solution? Make a list.  Today I made five lists: a packing list, a to-do-before I leave for Spring Break list, a things I forgot to bring on break list, a list of things I need to complete for monday, and a list of things I have to buy before I am prepared to spend a week down where the temperature gets over 50.

If I were a superhero, I would be ListerWoman, or the List-Queen, or just the Lister. Dun dun dun.  I make some pretty damn good lists if I do say so myself.  Sure sometimes, I have problems with that pesky number 6–seriously–why does it always have to follow 5? But for the most part my lists are the stuff of legends. Legends I say!

Want to dump that boy but not sure how to do it? There’s a list for that.  Not sure if this relationship is going anywhere? There’s a list for that to.  Overwhelmed by everything you have to do before you graduate? Yup, a list for that as well.  Really, you can make a list for anything.

Now, dearest friends, I can almost hear your brains a whirling. “Wow, you are completely insane.”  You are also wondering, “How does this connect to romance novels?” Trust me, as with everything in my life, there is some obscure connection to my favorite genre of books.  Are you ready for it? Drum roll please….

Yes, one of my absolute favorite contemporary romances–remember it is contemporary romance week on my suggestion list–is about a hunky, sexy, Alpha male looking for his perfect wife. And he has a list. I think he may just be my soulmate…love at first list.

She's a ginger, I'm a ginger. She's kooky, I'm kooky. She loves a man who loves lists....see where this is going?

In Susan Elizabeth Phillips‘ (SEP for us lazy people) Match Me if You Can, heroine Annabelle Granger is trying to make her matchmaking business a success, and when she manages to snare super-hunky and rich sports agent Heath Champion, she is determined to find him his perfect trophy wife–according to all of his very picky stipulations.  Heath knows what he wants in a wife.  His list includes such admirable characteristics as athleticism, sophistication, beauty, and intelligence.  With such specific requirements, it shouldn’t be hard to find this dream girl. Right?  Wrong.  In this wacky, sexy, funny, and almost squeal-worthy-it’s-so-cute book, Heath finds that what he is looking for may just be right under his nose….

“He grinned, and right then it occurred to him that he hadn’t enjoyed himself so much with a woman in a very long time. If Annabelle Granger were a few inches taller, a hell of a lot more sophisticated, better organized, less bossy, and more inclined to worship at his feet, she’d have made a perfect wife.”

Lists are completely useful.  I love them. And while Heath’s list may have been a bit misguided–turns out Annabelle really fit every point in her own off-the-wall way. Sigh.  I just love a happy ending.

What do you think?  Are lists worth the paper they are doodled on? I personally think so, and with that my dear friends, it is now officially SPRING BREAK.  Grab your beach towel, Heath and Annabelle sexy story, and go forth and make your own lists! The Liz-lister out!

March 18, 2011 at 4:06 pm 5 comments

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