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These days it seems like everyone’s playing matchmaker with me, and I’m not quite sure what to think of it. Today was exemplary of the situation, with two groups of people trying to set me up with two different guys.

Scene 1: We had a post-exchange meeting at Ann Arbor Brewing Company with most of the lindy exchange organizers, eleven dancers spanning twenty-five years in age; oddly enough, such large age differences aren’t as apparent in the dance community as they are in most of the world. Anyway, Ken and Carolyn, who just became official themselves, arrived late, and apparently I gave Carolyn a look because she retorted with, “So what are you doing Saturday night?” knowing perfectly well that Loren roped me into watching Shawshank Redemption with him since he and a number of others were shocked and appalled that I’d never seen the movie. Of course, that caused an uproar that went something like this:

Jamie: What? You and Loren are dating?
Me: No!
Janna: Wait, why didn’t I hear about this? When did this happen?
Me: We’re not dating! Carolyn’s been trying to set us up for the last three weeks.
Jamie: You started dating Loren three weeks ago?
Me: No! (Punches Jamie.)
Ian: You know, that’s what those two (pointing at Ken and Carolyn) used to say. And look what’s happened now.

Later, while practicing with the band, I got a voicemail on my phone (and this is verbatim): “Hey Dawn, this is Jamie—we’re just sitting here at Ann Arbor Brewing Co. wondering why you and Loren hadn’t hooked up yet. We think you should, and that you should take pictures, and send it to us.”

Scene 2: I called Don (my manager) tonight to let him know that I’d managed to work out the logistical problems that we’d had with the show I’m playing at the Ypsilanti Heritage Festival today; I don’t remember how this came up, but he insinuated something about “your boy”—he and some others on the J2 Entertainment crew have been trying to set me up with Erik, who’s going to be recording my full-length and runs sound for them—to which I responded, “He’s not my boy.” A conversation ensued that went something like this:

Don: Well, I won’t keep you from pizza with Erik. Oh wait, that’s tomorrow.
Me: Whatever, we only did that twice.
Don: But that’s twice. Shouldn’t that make you engaged by now?

But neither of these guys have all four of the essential skills: singing baritone/tenor, playing the guitar, lindy, and speaking French. So obviously they’re out of the running. :-)

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