While talking with the people in line behind us for Grimaldi's, the woman behind me overheard me telling my sister about this comedy show at UCB I saw last week:

Woman behind me - nice, mid-30s, Long Island accent:  Hey, sorry to interrupt, so you're into comedy?

Me:  Yeah!  (Seriously said with an exclamation point.  It is 70 degrees out and I am about to have pizza, am in a lovely mood)

Her:  Hmm, how old are you, 24, 25?

Me: Hah, no no no!  Wow.  (blushing now)  No.  Haven't been 24 for years.  I'm 26.  (I don't know why I always act like a single recently divorced mom whose 10 year old son's science teacher just exclaimed that I must have had him when I was a teenager.  Must work on changing attitude about being 26, and firmly remembering that life is wide open, I am not having a quarter-life crisis, and that 30 is the new 40.)

Her:  Great!  I just think I know this guy that you would love!  He is a comedy writer, hysterical, very cute, tall!

Me: ...

Her:  Can I get your facebook or something? 

Me:  Oh, I don't know, I'm kind of...

Her  Come on, you're gonna be 30 before you know it! Why not!

Me:  (Furrowed brow)

Her:  This will be great!  I think this is excellent!!  Real quick.  He was in this disfiguring accident when he was a teenager and now is extremely cross-eyed, but who cares, how many great guys are there!

Me:  ??!