Measuring Up

My sister just informed me that she ran into Prince this morning at a bagel shop. You would think that someone like Prince has people whose job it is to get the man his bagels. Maybe he likes mingling with the plebes every now and then.
She’s also been telling me about her new boyfriend. As her older sibling, I have high expectations for any of her potential suitors. I haven’t met this new beau yet, but when I do, he’ll have a lengthy questionnaire to complete. I actually have a running bet with myself regarding which of my siblings will be the first to get married. Right now, I’d put the odds in favor of my sister, but my brother always has the potential to pull ahead. And no, I don’t have any odds on myself. I suppose you could call me something of a dark horse in this race. Right now, I’d be thrilled if I could get a dinner date with someone. I’ve considered the whole speed-dating thing, but that seems to depend on one’s ability to be a fast talker, which I’m not. It might be worth trying, though, just to see what kind of reactions I get.