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Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me a Match…That is Alive.

May 16, 2011

I was with my mother at an estate art sale. The collection belonged to a woman had passed away at age 94.
“Darcy! pssst.” I hear my mother whisper screaming from the next room.
“Yea?” I said as I walked in to see what she wanted.
“This guy is cute!”
“Huh?”
“This guy. In the picture.” She says, pointing to a shelf of framed photos. “Maybe he is single.”
“Maybe he is dead. We are at an estate sale and you want to set me up with someone in a picture from 40 years ago?”
“But look. In the picture he is with a girl. Look at the way he is looking at her. It looks like you. You may be his type.”
Crickets.

Gotta love my mom. Read more about her: Driving With My Mom, As Long As You Are Happy, Real Texts From My Mom, My Mom The Stalker.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. May 16, 2011 5:50 pm

    Oh the moms! I just posted on my blog about this dating wonder in a way.
    I rememeber my grandma would say in Yiddish something like, “gay kafan a yam.” Go jump in the lake when we would say not this guy, or this guy dumped you, etc. etc. etc.

    • June 5, 2011 11:12 am

      They are too much right! My mom is a full on pimp. Thanks so much for reading and thanks for your comment !

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