This was wicked fun for me to write, because yes, I fancy myself a gifted matchmaker. Not that I’ve ever set up anyone successfully, mind you, but this is more their fault than mine (cough). My handsome and single and gainfully employed brother-in-law, for example, is terrible at first dates (or so I suspect…to date, he hasn’t allowed me to tag along and sit in eavesdropping position). But if he did let me, I could wire him so he could hear me as I whispered advice on what to talk about. So far, he has rejected this generous offer.
This irritates me greatly. After one attempted fix-up, my dear BIL reported that while his date was lovely, they didn’t seem to have much to talk about. “What?” I screeched. “But you have TONS to talk about! You both love to read! You both love movies! You both love me!” Plus, I had already picked out my maid of honor dress for their wedding, not to mention made a list of potential names for my future nieces and nephews. I’m still mad at the BIL for not making this work.
A friend of mine has promised that when she’s ready to date, she’ll let me log onto her Match.com account and screen men for her. I think this is a great idea! Have I not been very happily married for lo these 21 years? Plus, I can ask the hard questions: Have you ever been arrested? Do you like children and animals? What kind of gift would you buy your sweetheart on Valentine’s Day? (That’s a trick question, of course, because everyone knows he should’ve bought it BEFORE Valentine’s Day).
In the book, Faith goes to eCommitment, my fictionalized dating website, and screens women for her dad. She registers him for Singles Shooting Night at the local gun range and goes with him, nudging him into talking to women. She meets one candidate to verify her potential, same as I want to do for my brother-in-law.
But love is a capricious thing, isn’t it? People who seem so right for each other often lack the spark. And sometimes, the spark is a just a little slow in coming. All you need is love, as the saying goes. But sometimes, love needs a little time.
Have you ever fixed anyone up? Were you ever fixed up yourself? How did it work out? Leave a comment, and I’ll give one of you a signed copy of THE BEST MAN, which received starred reviews from both Publishers Weekly and Kirkus!