Matchmaker, Matchmaker

I recently started volunteering at the bookstore in my church. I'm there most Sunday evenings, working the cash register, answering questions and helping people find books.

The lady who runs the bookstore has decided that this is going to be a hook-up opportunity for me. Nearly every time a young man walks into the store she drifts away, leaving me to help him.

Sometimes guys who I know come in and chat with me for a while at the counter. After they walk away, she gives me little knowing looks and says "uh huh...I saw that...he stayed at the counter talking to you for a looong time."

"Yes, he did," I reply. "I've known him for 5 years. His name is Darrick."

Last week a guy came in who I hadn't seen in years. We talked for quite a while, catching up on what each of us had been doing in the interim since we had seen each other. After he left the store, she sidled up to me and gave me a little wink and said "oh now THAT seemed interesting...any potential there?"

"I sure hope not," I said. "He's married and has three children."

She needs to work on fine-tuning her matchmaking skills.