"I have a great boy for you!"
It's half hour into our first meeting ever, an the first mention of dating or marriage. I try to protest, to save her the words, but it's difficult. She's a lawyer by trade, and obviously prepared to plead her case.
"What makes you-" I start asking, but she cuts me off. "Let me tell you about him."
I try to object; but my objection is overruled. I know I'm in for a long opening statement, so I silently nod as I direct my thoughts to more exciting things. My thoughts are interrupted by little snippets of her arguments. "Amazing family," "wonderful parents," and "Well playing job" seem to be some of the keywords. I nod politely until she seems finished.
Cross-examine. "What does he do?"
She looks hesitant. I wait for an answer. "Weeeell, that's the thing. He has kind of an offbeat job."
"I'm not-" My objection is overruled once again."
A detailed description of said off-beat job is forthcoming. Again, I nod politely. The only thoughts I am capable of at this point are related to the amount of time being wasted.
She is finished. It's time for my closing arguments. "I'm looking for a learning boy."
Her face falls as she realizes that she hasn't yet found a suitable match for her cousin with the off-beat job. Case dismissed.