I suppose I should have said it sold fish, burgers, frys, etc. etc. and then have mentioned the ice cream and cakes.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Whoa, SwimmingRiddles, I thought you were talking about the book, “The Dinner Party” by Judy Chicago. Have a look at that thing, she is a artist. That book is artistic pictures of famous womens private parts…
Its kinda hard for people to hide setting me up with someone cause the person always knows how to communicate with me right away. Such a clue.
Thankfully, I was never set up for a date. Not that far too many of my friends weren’t interested in playing match-maker for me; Lord knows there were a few who constantly talked about finding a good woman to ‘set you up with’. But (and Thank G-d for small favors) they were never able to find an available woman to set me up with.
My advice? Tell your sister where she can stick her ‘prospective suitors’. Okay, say it nicer than that. But explain to her- and all those who would match-make for you- that any two people forced into a relationship are going to have a much harder time of it than if they went into that relationship naturally. She wants you to meet some friends of hers? Fine, but tell her you need to study them in their natural habitats- no bringing Dave along to some social function just because Sis thinks you’d like Dave. Chances are that’ll just make you and Dave uncomftorable and forced, and any possibility of something happening just self-desctructs. So stand up to your Dollies and Auntie Mames, and tell them you don’t need it.
JMCJ
“Y’know, I would invite y’all to go feltch a dead goat, but that would be abuse of a perfectly good dead goat and an insult to all those who engage in that practice for fun.” -weirddave, set to maximum flame
SwimmingRiddles, don’t eat pathetic cake alone! Better yet, don’t eat it at all!
As I seem to recall from some other threads around here, the fellas on the board find you quite charming. 
To me, you sound like a fun person. If you haven’t found anybody yet, well, life is a long and interesting journey with the potential for many stops along the way. I did find my own boyfriend eventually, but it happened a) a few years after I politely but firmly told my friends and family that I didn’t want them getting involved in MY love life, and b) when I didn’t feel like I was in a fishbowl with all eyes on me.
If you find yourself in an unwanted set-up again, just think of me cheering you on to finding your own road to happiness as you blow these other characters off. 
Irishman, I agree with you totally about getting the feeling that the matchmakers must not understand you at all. My mother was the worst offender in this regard. :rolleyes:
I may get killed for tell this story, but I think I have you all beat with this one.
As most of you know, Lion and I have been married for 22 years (well will be on May 5th) , well we seperated for a year and a half.
He had a girlfriend who was very insecure about me, I made no secret of the fact that I was still in love with Lion and that I knew deep down inside myself we would get back together one day.
When Lion came to see son one day she was with him, they went to the store, there was a guy there, the little wench just flat asked this person “Do you have hair on your chest?” To which the guy answered yes, wench then proceeded to say" My boyfriends wife would like to sleep with you"
Now people you have to understand, I was not even there. Had no idea this was going on. Lion and wench returned from the store, at which time wench tells me what she has done.
End of story right ? Wrong , the guy at the turns out to be friends with my next door neighbor. He came to visit my neighbor, saw wench and Lion leaving my house.
Told neighbor what happened, neighbor brings him over introduces him to me and tells me that he is guy wench pulled this with.
I have never been so angry or embarassed in my life ! They only thing I could say to the guy was, hi, and no I don’t want to do you.
Somedays I still wonder why I didn’t just choke wench.
Oh well it all turned out ok, Lion and I got back together.
Now beat that one, please. So I can at least say well, ____________ had it worse than I did.
“Ayesha, Who can bend minds with her spoon” WallyM7
Voted SDMB Biggest Flirt (Female) and Least Shy (No Mom, I have no idea why they think that)
A friend once made a half-assed attempt to set me up, and what a nightmare that turned into. My friend Christy kept telling me about her friend “Angie” and how we would be perfect for each other. So we set up a group evening for about 1 month in the future. Anyway, Angie seemed nice enough but she a) didn’t want to talk with me, and b)wanted to talk about her new boyfriend. How depressing is that?
We stopped at a liquor store to get some beer and Christy is is asking me “so what do you think of Angie? Pretty cute isn’t she?” She was asking me this as Angie was standing right beside me. What an awful situation. I think that I am destined to die alone.
Buffalo: The conspiracy widens…
None of my friends ever needed to set me up. I was perfectly capable of making horrible decisions on my own.
Oh man, this just happened to me on New Years Eve and I am still pissed off at my aunt. In her eyes, apparently, the only requirement for two people to hook up is that they both be single. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate her intent - her heart was in the right place - but I am very picky about my women, and I certainly wouldn’t pick this one.
I guess what pissed me off was that this seemed to be a continuation of my aunt’s steadily growing harangue that something must be wrong with me as I am already 26 and not married yet. Never mind that I am perfectly capable of picking out women on my own, and never mind that I have my own requirements and my own standards - Aunt decides that this girl is “nice” and single, therefore she’s the one for me. (In the interest of diplomacy, I’m not going to say anything negative about this girl in this forum. All I will say is that she is the type of girl usually said to have a nice personality… 
)
I’ll just skip a lot of details, but it wasn’t a very happy evening.
johnnyharvard, just think what it would be like to be a woman in her early thirties with that ol’ biological clock going tick, tick, tick…
Of course. And I’m sorry if anyone misinterprets my post.
My point is that I’m not single because I can’t find someone else - I’m single because I haven’t yet found the right person yet.
And now that my lovelife is becoming a daily feature on SDMB, I’m going to shut up now.
Hey Riddles - wanna dance?
Quite charming, indeed. I, for one, was highly disappointed that she didn’t make it to the meeting in NYC saturday. In fact, I almost hit on the waitress in a fit of depression.
Re: The OP, I’ve never been set up. and damn it, I’m disappointed. I want a blind date. I don’t necessarily want to date a blind chick, I mean the conventional definition of a blind date. Not that I have anything against blind chicks. In fact, maybe considering the way I look, a blind woman would be ideal for me.
But I digress.
Joe Cool
There are no dangerous weapons.
Only dangerous Men.
johnnyharvard, I’m sorry, I was just teasing you a bit. I can empathize.
I get grief, even though I have a boyfriend, because we haven’t said anything yet about getting married. My cousin Pete is in your shoes; he’s a year older than me and still hasn’t found Ms. Right. Every family get-together involves merciless dogging of the two of us by the rest of the family. (Actually, it’s a little worse for him because he is the last male of this branch of the family tree.) Over the years, we’ve both been asked if there was, uh, something wrong with us… :rolleyes:
I might be able to top Ayesha.
Shortly after my Mom and I moved to Vegas, she set me up on a date with one of our neighbors in the apartment complex we lived in. It went ok, I had a good time, but there was something vaguely creepy about the guy that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Turns out, the guy is a raving psychopath. He managed to avoid doing serious time for molesting his own six-year-old daughter, but he’ll probably be in court-ordered therapy for the rest of his life. He became obsessed with this chick he had been dating off and on, to the point that once, when they were off, he kicked holes in the door of her apartment when she wouldn’t see him. When he moved out of his apartment, he pipe-bombed it.
Every once in a while, I have to hassle my mom for fixing me up with this freakazoid.
Seven out, line away, pay the don’ts and last come.
I was set up at my aunt’s wedding. I was engaged at the time to a man who is still my dear friend, but is too gay to be bi. Anyway, I was a bridesmaid, so I was seated at the head table. (Fiancé was not at the wedding.) Instead of seating me with the rest of my family on the bride’s side, I was seated on the groom’s side next to his cousin who worked at a chicken plant. I had nothing in common with this guy, and we were both uncomfortable, especially after I explained to him that I was engaged.
I am still angry at my aunt. If I ever get married, she will not sit with her husband at the reception. She will sit with some Dragworm I have paid (in alcohol) in a corner somewhere.
As for the former fiancé (that was the year in which I was proposed by 3 different suitors), after he moved to my city, I realized that he was not the man he claimed to be. We remained friends, and I have been happily single ever since.
Zyada spoketh
Well. In that case, zyada, I’ve got this wonderfull bridge in Brooklyn that I can sell you for a song.
What few friends I have know better than to try setting me up.
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
—The dragon observes
My uncle, who is only 5 years my senior got a sneaky set-up with a co-worker a couple years back. A group of co-workers went out for a drink one evening and he had a nice conversation with one of the women he works with. Later in the week the same group decides they should all go out again. The catch ? The entire group decided they wouldn’t go but not tell my uncle and the young woman involved. Poof, instant date without either party knowing it was a setup. My uncle and his lovely bride had their first anniversary last month.
SwimmingRiddles pointed out something I overlooked in my post: the blind set up. It’s bad enough when you know you’re being set up, but the surprise factor does really annoy.
Being one who hates to have an audience when working my romantic magic ::cough, cough::, I can sympathize with the “everyone’s staring at us” feeling. Shoot, I get that anytime I try to ask someone out. If there’s more than the two of us in the room, I’m pretty much going to be unable to say anything. (Nothing like getting shot down with an audience.)
I keep wondering why I care - it’s not like it hasn’t happened to every other guy out there, and it’s not like it really says anything about me to get rejected. I guess I’m just afraid that I don’t know what to say, and I’ll say the wrong thing, and insult her and be remembered for my pathetic way with words.
Back to the topic - set ups. Got to hate it when everyone knows what’s up but you. Of course this would be mitigated knowing that it was the set-up’s idea… Not a complete stranger, but someone of passing acquaintance who wants to “be introduced” so to speak?
Anybody want to set me up? See the Houston Meeting thread.
Responding to adam yax:
I’ve been in that situation before, well, a long time ago, but nonetheless.
When asked if she was cute, I said, “Yes, she is, and I’m sure her boyfriend thinks so as well.” It made the rest of the night go much easier as the setup chick didn’t think I was still interested. And it embarassed my friend (deservedly so).
johnnyharvard, you are not allowed to come to my pity party. Nothing personal, but a little thread told me that you have yourself a prospective lip partner. Only people who are unattached, and apparently desperate enough that their family risks humiliating them in the name of finding them a partner are allowed to attend. I’d once again like to reiterate that the lack of invitation has nothing to do with you, but more to do with your lack of pitifulness. (the song and dance offers have not gone unapprechiated )
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
No, no, no. You got it all wrong. All that stuff happened by accident last week. It didn’t happen… I made it all up [yeah, that’s it].
[AAARRRGGGHHH - She finally talks to me and now I’m stuck…]
It’s not what you think. See, all that happened in the last two weeks. It’s nothing serious. We were both drunk [yeah - good one!] and it’s all over.
::hyperventilating::
She means nothing to me! She was just a little fling! That’s all. I promise. Nothing more. I swear it’s over. I will never, ever see her again [at least before tomorrow night]. Noooooooooooo! Life is so unfair! How can this happen to me? Noooooo!!!
::wailing and sobbing and slowly collapsing to the floor::
Nooooo!