My hygienist is a sweet, well meaning girl who I am still working on forgiving for the torture she put me through with the whole wisdom teeth fiasco. She has decided to make it up to me by setting me up with a friend.
Friday night at 11 pm, I get a txt from her, saying she’s got a friend, who would be great for me, blah blah blah.
She says, “He’s tall, from a good family, got a good job etc. and I think he’s cute.”
She says, “He wants to know, how tall you are? Do you work out? Do you eat healthy?”
Do I eat healthy?
Do I work out?
Whatever happened to meeting someone and seeing for yourself?
Who is going to say, “I’m short and fat, eat like a piglet and live like a slob?”
My reply, I am 5”3 on a good day and I work out when the stars align.