Matchmaking Woes…

I can’t remember exactly WHEN I started matchmaking, but it seems like I’ve been doing it forever…  In fact, I clearly remember trying to set people up back when I was in high school.  Most kids seemed open to it, however I was always asked the same question, even to this day: “Why?  Why do you keep doing it?”  I can’t explain it, it just makes me happy to see two people come together and form a relationship of some sort.  Whether its a long term relationship that ends in marriage and children, or something short-lived until both parties decide to move on.  Either way, it brings me joy.  I wake up in the middle of the night with an Aha! moment, knowing who I am going to set up the next day.
As much joy matchmaking brings me, there are some definite upsets that come along with it also…  Maybe its a sign of times, but lately I’ve been having the hardest time with single ladies between the ages of 35 and 45.  It’s not that they are opposed to the idea or mind paying for matchmaking services, but rather very cautious almost too cautious about being set up on a date.  Not only are they hesitant about giving me their real age and history of past relationships, but they also proceed very slowly and with great fear!

As the world evolved and allowed women to be completely independent from men, sometimes earning higher salaries, having great friends, apartments and a social life – so has the need for having a man in our lives.  It’s sad and wonderful at the same time.  These days the men who come to me for help are a lot more open about it, even when it comes to light “coaching”, appearance and dating advice.  Women on the other hand… not so much.  They seem very set in their ways as they get older, and unless I bring them “The Perfect Guy” don’t mind staying single.  I can’t say that I blame them, after all they do seem to have it all so why bother wasting a night on a potentially wrong date?  But then again, I am not usually wrong when I pair two people up and besides What Do You Have To Lose?  Not much.  And hopefully a lot to gain!  Who doesn’t want someone to come home to, or curl up on the couch with that isn’t covered in drool and animal hair?  Sure your cat or dog can’t talk back, but they also can’t give you an opinion on a pressing matter, give you an orgasm or bring you a hot cup of tea when you are ill…

If you or someone you know is interested in my matchmaking services – visit Match By Julia.  I will be more than happy to help you find a partner in life!

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Another intelligent citizen…

Thinking that I’ve heard everything under the sun when it comes to Russia, its people and culture… today I heard another clever one.  A woman actually told me that I couldn’t possibly be Russian because I’m a brunette, and according to her- ALL Russian people have blond hair and blue eyes…

What does one say to such wisdom?  I tried to go with it for awhile, asking her where she heard such accurate information and how could it possibly be that a whole country is made up of only blonde people…  She kept arguing and insisting that I must be coloring my naturally blond hair, to which I kept repeating over and over again that no, in fact I do not color my hair.  After a few minutes of this nonsense, I just walked away while she was in mid-sentence.  At some point, you just have to walk away.

Strange or Hysterically Funny?

This is either very funny or strangely disturbing:

I can withstand the pain for hours while getting my back tattooed, but when it comes time to take the bandage off – I start to see spots and end up on the floor trying to decide if I’m going to pass out or throw up.  How is that possible?  Anyone else have the same strange dilemma?