outsourcing one's social life

I once had an appointment with a matchmaking service and got on their list o'ladies. I went on two ill-fated dates with older gentlemen, and then, next time I got a phone call, I said I was seeing someone.

It's been months, but I just got another call today; the matchmaker had someone that she thought would be great for me. (But not as great as a cowboy).

It's funny, I have someone who checks up to see whether I'm single. My own parents don't even pay that much attention.