Matchmakers

Last night hubby and I got to play matchmaker and it was so incredibly fun, I can't tell you. For one it was like being a fly on the wall for a first date and secondly because they seem to be a very good match (if I do say so myself - although hubby technically did the matchmaking).

The weird thing about it was how fast the boys in the picture reverted to 7th grade. An example:

Scene: At the restaurant - me, hubby, and boy - waiting for girl (girl was 10 or 15 minutes late which we all agreed was not an immediate deal breaker).

Hubby: You look all fancy pants. (snickering and pointing)

Boy: (looks at his outfit slightly horrified, and then composes himself) I didn't have time to change after work

Hubby: (knows he's lying) Whatever. How many outfits did you try on before choosing this ensemble? Like four hundred?

Boy: Shut up, dude.

Hubby: (Laughing like this is the most hilarious thing he's ever seen. )

Me: (Feeling kind of bad for boy that he has to endure hubby until girl gets there.)

Hubby: She might take awhile to park by the way.

Boy: Why? (immediately suspicious for good reason)

Hubby: she drives a yellow porche.

Boy: (jumping out of his seat.) Nah dude! You set me up with a porche chik! (Looking like he could kiss hubby on the lips).

Me: sigh.

Hubby: Tee hee! Just kidding. She drives a camry.

Boy: Dude.

Hubby: You have something against camrys?

Boy: Silence. (probably regretting ever agreeing to this)

Hubby: (Looking over his shoulder at the door). There she is!

Boy: (goes pale) Really?

Hubby: Just kidding!

When girl finally got there all boys morphed back into semi-adults and we had a quite enjoyable dinner. And it was so fun because whenever boy or girl went to the bathroom, as soon as they were out of ear shot, frantic whispering about boy or girl ensued. And, we were pleased to see they liked each other. Yay.

Erin