Matchmaker, matchmaker, make meeeee a match

So I'm back at work now, after my successful battle with the scurvy. Only I'd probably better go get some orange juice or something so I can keep staving it off. Thank you for your good vibes and kind wishes on my behalf. They comforted me marvelous much.

This morning my boss brings in a very cute guy who is interviewing for the position I will be leaving.

Boss: "Hey [Nemesis], this is [Cute Guy]."

Me: "Hello, Cute Guy. Nice to meet you."

Boss: "I wanted Cute Guy to meet you because he's single."

The office suddenly got very quiet, w/the occasional smothered chuckle and guffaw.

Me: "Well, isn't that nice . . . "

Turns out what he meant was that he wanted me to talk to the guy about what it's like doing this job (with the travel and lack of social life) from the perspective of a Singleton, since the others on the team are all married.

Yeah. It's never ridiculous to be me. But I didn't mind, because the guy turned out to be a great kisser.

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