Once in a while a friend of mine will attempt to “hook me up” with an associate, co-worker, friend or bum they passed on the train. “He’s such a nice guy!” They say. “You guys really have a lot in common!” They coerce. “If you shave his 8-inch beard and give him a hot shower, he wouldn’t be half bad!” They plea.
Ok, so I lied about the last example, but I have heard most reasons why I should give a complete stranger a chance because he’d be “perfect” for me. This time it was my friend Tanya who had a friend.
On a Sunday evening, I received a call from dear Tanya whom I’ve known since 15 years of age. We chatted for a few seconds before she divulged the secret reason behind her call: Omar.
“He’s Dominican,” she stated in a confident, cool tone.
“He’s tall,” she continued reassuringly.
“He lives in New York,” she threw in once she caught my attention by stating his 6 foot 2 stature.
“Okay, what else does he look like?” I proceeded with caution. Looks to me are important and Tanya and I have completely different tastes.
“He’s tall.” She keeps saying he’s tall, I thought. Maybe that’s his best feature? So I asked the question that usually comes next in this dating era.
“Does he have a Facebook page?”
“Yes, he surely does,” Tanya stated. And so she would suggest him as a friend. I agreed that should be the next, logical step and finished my conversation with my dear friend
Tanya. Now it was time to wait for a friend of a friend to friend me for a chance to be more than friends.