I have many hobbies, drumming, writing, my day job…but one of my favorite hobbies is Matchmaking.

I love love, and I love to see people fall in love; If not love, then some serious lust for a few good weeks. I have introduced some of my friends to men that they now live with, I have introduced one of my friends to her husband, and I have helped countless relationships to start (and I have helped keep a few of them together. “Don’t throw him/her away over a silly argument…it’s hard to find someone that loves you like that” I’ve said to friends in the past.

This past Saturday, I had my matchmaker skills in full force. I was with four gorgeous single French women, who inexplicable get a little shy around the men folk.

I am not shy around the men folk.

As Sabrina, Carolina, Virginie, Sophie, and I finished our dinner at Pere Pinard, we made our way over to Max Fish for a pre-club cocktail (or post dinner cocktail) and a little flirting. I walked in oblivious to most of the people in the room, trying to line up a bunch of shots for my girls before we head over to Cielo.

That’s when one of my girlfriends say, “Oh, he is beautiful…Introduce him to me!” Sabrina says as I hand her a three wise man shot (Jack, Jim, and Jose…that’s a serious shot folks, it will grow hair on your chest;) I turn around to look at the man she is talking about.

“Oh..no….” I say.

It’s an ex-boyfriend of mine. He walks over to me. “You look very pretty…” He says with his thick German accent. “Ohhh…thanks.” I’ve known him for years and it never stops being acquired.

Sabrina asks me why that didn’t work out. “He is so handsome!” She says with a squeal.

“Well, a hot man does not a relationship make…besides, It’s complicated.” I say knocking back my shot. Just because I can matchmake well for others doesn’t mean I am fab at it for myself.

We go to Cielo, we are loaded down with Champagne and I begin the introductions. I don’t have to work to hard to introduce these beautiful girls to the guys, we don’t even get past the bar before a half a dozen men come over to greet us.

“This is _________ and she is from France.” I say all night.

“Why, France, huh? Wow, that’s great! I love all things French!” All the men say with exuberance. None of them are Einstein, but the girls are having a great time, and don’t pay for a drink all night long.

I’m so busy introducing the girls all night long that I am caught off guard when a handsome stranger comes up to me. “Allo, how are you?” He says with a French accent. “Great! Let me introduce you to my girls.”

Let me tell you a little secret about the French (I know, I am about to talk in generalities here, but as someone that hangs out with more people from France then a resident of Paris…I think I’m allowed one generality) . French people don’t usually want to go out and meet MORE French people. So as I go to introduce the handsome stranger to my ladies he says, “I was actually hoping to talk to you.”

Oh…blush. But, I can smell his cologne. I believe the brand is ‘playa playa.’

I look around, and all of my girls are talking to a man that I have introduced them to. There is lots of hair flipping and giggling going on. I not one of those people that thinks your going to find true love at a nightclub, but you never know, and it’s fun for me to try and play cupid and help love along.