Men, men, men

So the ladies at the bank decided to set me up with a guy.

It started with me being a dork, and commenting on every cute guy that comes into the bank. (You know me.)

So, the one lady mentions this guy that was in yesterday, she knows his mother... I remember seeing him and he was very cute. Ends up he's got some good money, he's Italian, and he's Catholic. Pretty sweet package and I haven't even met him. They decided next time that he comes in they should hook us up... but then we started talking about how that would happen. So far, this is what they came up with:

"Michael, this is MaryBeth. She's smart, she's Italian, she's Catholic, and I know your mother would approve. How about you take her out to dinner?"

These ladies rock. If they actually say that I'm going to fall of my chair and die... but you know. =) Wouldn't be the first time.

(Did I mention he was 28? A little old.)