Then again, the last time I was set up with the “perfect guy”, it was hardly that. He expected me to have his kids (I’m 42 at the time). He suggested that I would be beaten to death by his family (he was Irish Catholic and I’m “Protestant”). He was a giant, long haired hippie and when I looked at his book collection, we only had two in common. So I didn’t see what was “so perfect for me”, not at all.
Before him, I was set up with a guy five years younger than me. This guy was NOT my type, he played guitar, he had children. He broke ALL of my rules.
I married him.
Always, always, always let a friend set you up. You may find the love of your life, or you may find the guy whose mother kills you in the driveway, either way, exciting!!!
Am I right?