The New Mexican Match Up

I have the greatest family. I really do. All they want is for their daughter/granddaughter/niece/cousin to be happi (ly married). I should not have been surprised when my dear aunt tried to match me up with a guy who lives about a thousand miles away from me. I remember her talking about my uncle's intern last summer, but neither of us did anything about it...not until this summer. I had the "good fortune" to get the opinions of my grandparents on him too, who have met "Bill" while down in NM.

Over the next few days I learned very little about him, except that he and I should really start writing each other, and what a nice guy he is. Unfortunately, they did not have pictures of the guy, despite my uncle being an amateur photographer, who takes pictures of EVERYTHING. I learned "Bill" has some facial hair, likes to cook, and is very nice. He also has recently received his Ph. D in Hydrology, which my uncle referred to as a Ph. D in Stupidty. I wasn't sure if he was referring to the usefulness of the degree or to his intern.

One evening while my family and I were sitting out by the bonfire, my aunt brought him up, in which my grandma and grandpa reassured me that the guy was a "very nice man". I then asked the question one should never ask in the presence of ones' grandparents or at least not mine, "Is he cute?" Do not ask that! All I heard for the next few minutes was how you shouldn't base your interest in person on looks, and that you should focus on their inner beauty.

I thought that would have been the wrong moment to point out to my grandma that she has unashamably bragged about grandpa's looks in the past. Obviously looks played a part for her too;-)

At the end of my vacation my aunt sat me down with a piece of paper and a pencil and had me write down my email address and phone number. She claimed he'd been asking about me and that unlike me, he'd actually seen pictures of me taken from the previous summer. She also gave me "Bill's" email address.

It's been over three weeks since then, and they've definitely had time to give him my email address. Hmmm....I wonder if he put my address where I put his. On the refrigerator, so just in case I get an email from someone I don't know, I can check it against his.