I had just turned on my computer and settled into my desk when a coworker came over and uttered the following:

I have a guy for you.

Feelings of fear and curiosity suddenly overcame me, and I asked for the vital stats. Here’s what I learned:

My coworker was out last night with his wife when they met another couple. Said couple apparently likes to yap, yap, yap, and mentioned they have a son who would like to meet a Jewish girl*. Coworker exclaimed ah ha! and gushed about me. Unfortunately, Coworker obviously has been out of the dating scene for quite a while–the only information he was able to provide me with is the son’s name, that he couldn’t make a living as a comic**, and that he’s a chiropractor.

The one and only time my number was given out by someone who had not met my potential date was a horrendous disaster and I vowed never to do it again. [ed note: thanks mom] However, in the interest of making my parents happy and broadening my horizons, I am setting myself up for disaster taking a chance. Who knows, it may make for a really great post. Oy, how I suffer for my readers.

*I would bet his parents want him to meet a Jewish girl. He, like most Jewish men, would probably like to meet a non-Jewish girl, but we’ll stick to what the parents said.
**Given my history of dating comics, let’s hope I haven’t already dated this guy.