You did good.

Candy (my landlady) keeps trying to fix me up. I am not sure how or why this 50 year old woman knows so many eligible young bachelors.

It's a little weird.

Anyway, she has tried to hook me up with a range of gentlemen (including Korn's former tour bus driver, LOL x 10), but none have really tickled my fancy. Yesterday, however, she claimed that she had the PERFECT GUY for me. Admittedly, he sounded promising to begin with: he's 28, good looking, has a great job, and... a non-drinker (which is a huge selling point for me).

Well, I remained skeptical, but he came over yesterday and we hit it off really well. My landlady kept making ridiculous excuses to leave us alone in the lounge room. Let me tell you Internets, her ruses were about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the brain. Sidenote: after he left, my landlady said, "Did I do good?!" and she sounded exactly like Kathy Bates in the movie Misery.

Creepy.

I don't know if anything will come of it, but fingers crossed.