Tomorrow will be the third time I’ve been set up for a matchmaking dinner this month. These things usually don’t happen to me, but I guess when it rains, it pours.
The week before last, Mom tried to lure me into having dinner with “Grandpa’s young and very talented surgeon.” I didn’t know what it was all about until she kept calling and calling and calling, asking when I’m finally getting off work, when I was working overtime at the anti-Chen Yunlin riot. And just two days before that the managing director called asking if I was free that night to meet a guy looking to marry someone. Eh… But once again, I was saved by protestors. I very happily worked in a violent mess until 22h00 that night.
Well, the guy looking for a bride is back in town (he lives & works in China) and there are no demonstrations to hide behind this time. The dinner is tomorrow. Ann, stop laughing.
On the other hand, Mom’s again rubbing her hands because next Wednesday, we’re having a “family” dinner at the exclusive Wang Pin steakhouse, which you can only get reservations through employees of the conglomerate that owns the restaurant. The Chang Geng Memorial Hospitals are part of the conglomerate. Guess who’s probably coming to the dinner?
I feel like I’m living in the middle ages. They may as well bind my feet and put me in three-inch lotus shoes.
Must think of emergency exit strategy!!!
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6 comments:
hehehehehehehehe...so how did it go?
Going to have to keep you in suspense a little longer. My brain is too dead to write anything but nonsensicle news right now...
Or does the lack of update mean the matchmaking was a success? I hope to hear some good news soon.
Hee hee hee
Emergency exit strategy? Simple! Just whisper at the guy's ear, "Yeah, ya know what? I actually don't prefer guys ..." and then leave for bathroom with a wink. ;-)
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