Backstory: I’m a secretary in a doctor’s office, so it is not at all unusual for me to get calls from other doctor’s offices, with referral information, and so on. Such happened this morning, when a very friendly woman called to give me referral info for a patient coming in this week.
So, okay, we’re waiting for her computer to process the referral, so she can give me the number and all, and making the requisite smalltalk. She asks if I’m all set with my Christmas shopping. I say I’m not. She asks if I have a bunch of kids to shop for. I say I do not. She asks if I’m married (?!). I say I am not. This is maybe the part where I should have gotten a clue. I did not.
She then goes on to tell me that her son is ALSO single (damn, those freaky coincidences never cease). He’s 25. He’s very cute, she tells me. He’s God’s gift to women, blah, blah, blah. Meanwhile, I’m wondering what the hell is wrong with her computer that the referral is taking so long.
Well, anyway, it ended up with me caving (weak-willed creature that I am), and telling her it was okay for him to call me (at the office, not at home), and maybe we could have lunch or something.
But I’m a little creeped out. There’s something very medieval about being set up on a blind date by the gentleman’s mother. It’s strangely desperate, and a little sad.
So c’mon, all you romantic Dopers: Help me out, here - should I be freaked out by scary Overhelpful Mom, or should I start looking at diamonds, and knitting baby blankets?
Kn(hoping to god Momma’s Boy never calls)ckers