Actually, for the first month that I lived in Boston, my aunt maintained a stance of "no boys, no dating," afraid that the realization that there were actual guys in the same city as me might distract me and interrupt my career path. However, after a few weeks I think she got tired of me being around all the time drinking their wine and eating their food, and that maybe I should meet someone who occasionally bought me food of my own. And thus began the latest installment of her 4-part plan (1. Find job 2. Find apartment 3. Lose college weight 4. Find wealthy doctor-type boyfriend who wears seersucker pants and uses "summer" as a verb).
Recently, one of their close friends used the following talking points to impress upon me a guy they knew who obviously would be perfect for me. Keep in mind that I'm 23:
- He's 37
- He's an accountant
- Accountants are fun!
- Ready to settle down and get married. Tired of dating just anyone!
- Is looking for someone of a child-bearing age
- Looking to start a family sometime in immediate future. Bonus if currently at most fertile stage of month
- Interested in dating exclusively Catholic women