shorten my skirt and call me bridget (oops, i've already used this title before. my bad.)

so against my better judgment i have reluctantly agreed to be set up this weekend.

in the past i have always responded to such requests with a resounding "HELL NO!" and a witty, self-deprecating quip about not wanting to disappoint the poor, ignorant buggers.

but for some reason - perhaps boredom, perhaps temporary insanity, perhaps both - i said yes to this one.

having asked the important questions of my wannabe matchmaker - is he bald? is he ugly? is he a dirty liberal? - and having received a firm "HELL NO!" on all accounts, i thought, "what le fuck?".

also, i asked the all-knowing and hot-as-fuck ms fits if i should do it, and she said that i should. we both agreed that, if nothing else, it would make for good blogging fodder.

and thus it was settled.

so tomorrow some poor, lonely chump will be at a bbq at my sister's house hoping to meet the girl of his dreams, only to find a cynical, foul-mouthed blogger (ew!) with big boobs and a jaded heart.

i just hope he makes for good eye-candy, if nothing else.

*plans exit strategies*





(UPDATE: SET UP POSTPONED.

MATCHMAKER SICK. MATCHMAKER'S HUSBAND SICK. MATCHMAKER'S KIDS SICK.

MY HANGOVER AND I HAPPY.

WILL KEEP YOU POSTED ON FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS AS THEY OCCUR.)