Jason Mesnick: Part 2

I just had a revelation: bachelor Jason Mesnick was on the wrong reality TV show all along.

He didn't belong on The Bachelor. He should have been on The Biggest Loser. Because that's what he is.

*** end of rant ***

In other news, The Doctor called tonite, but I was in the other room and missed his call. Crap! However, he did leave a nice, cordial, short message. But in that 10-seconds-or-so span of time, he did manage to mention his parents (which is where he was when he texted on Sunday, or so I gathered). That's a good sign. A guy who's family-oriented is important to me.

Anyhow, it was too late to call him back for a "first" phone call by the time I picked up the message. (Around 9:30.) Is that rationale queer? Probably.

But at least that gave me time to watch the stupid Bachelor reunion episode. Which made me realize that The Doctor has got to be better than at least one single guy out there. (Yeah, I'm talking about you, Jason. Why don't you go cry about it now?) And, yes, before you ask... I will be calling him back tomorrow.

I mean, it is Manhunt March, after all.

Do you think he texts in prescriptions too?

After learning from blogdad that he had given my number to The Doctor last week, I honestly wasn't expecting to hear from him.

But I did.

This afternoon.

Via text.

The message:

Hi, Always a Bridesmaid. Your dad stopped by my office with a beautiful picture of you and your parents along with your number...

Um... I'm not even sure what to do with this. On one hand, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt with this whole texting business. Maybe he's really shy. Or maybe he's trying to put feelers out to see if I respond before he calls so as to avoid rejection.

On the other hand... seriously?!?!? Your first outreach is via text? And not even a, "Hi, this is The Doctor. Blah blah blah." What did men do prior to texting? Ugh. I am really not feeling the initial text outreach.

However, since I just declared this month Manhunt March (see post below), I will respond. The problem is, I have to text back because I don't remember his first name (it's written on a piece of paper in my office) since I can't really call him and say, "Hey, you. It's Always a Bridesmaid."

I swear, only me. Ugh.

Love life is DOA. Send help STAT.

You can probably guess from the title of this entry, but I might as well let you in on the newest happenings in my love life... blogdad is back at it. (Again.) This time, with a doctor.

He called this morning to warn me that I might be getting a call from potential suitor, whom blogdad apparently gave my number to in the last couple of days. (The doc is actually one of blogdad's customers, which could make things really interesting if we, in fact, ever go out.)

I'm really starting to think that Millionaire Matchmaker chic has nothing on blogdad. Once he retires, he could start up a dating service for late 20's/early 30's single girls in Cleveland. And blogmom could start some sort of internet researching firm to keep herself busy while blogdad is out "screening" the girls. (Sidenote: any time anyone has some sort of problem/issue/question, blogmom turns into Cyber McGyver.)

Actually, the more I type this... the more I realize that this really is a GREAT idea! Blogparents could work together! The $75K Matchmakers. (Doesn't have quite the same ring to it, though, does it?) Blogdad could find potential suitors for his clients, then blogmom could Google the hell out of the potential guys and send a report of what she found. Genius! (But that will probs require blogmom to join Facebook, which she has sworn she won't do.)

Now I don't know what I'm more intrigued by... whether the doctor will actually call, or how to get blogparents started on this new business!