Memoirs of an Amnesiac

I was not born on February and neither am I named after Cupid. But my fondness for matchmaking has been quite noticeable to me now. There is something about helping out emotionally handicapped people that gives me a sense of fulfillment.

For some reason, I am a magnet of people who wanted to express themselves to someone but couldn't (just yet). A close friend said I should start charging people. I have had many success stories to brag about. I've had two batch mates in college ,who, when I saw them, I told both of them, "You know what. You look good together." I can't say it was solely because of that comment. The girl for four years didn't like the guy for his being 'baduy.' The guy on the other hand, didn't like the girl's talkative nature. I saw something in them because they complement each other. Six years after that, I was invited to be one of the bride's maids.

I don't know but I do know when a couple would click or not or whether they need more time (in Chemistry, probably a lot more mixing) to produce that spark. I'd give any of them (the boy or a girl) hints on pursuing their object of affection. But it is not always easy. Most of the time, I'd ran out of ideas to give. So I resigned into saying, "If it is meant to be, it will be."

Then there are those who successfully made it and still come to me for advice on how to keep the relationship going, as if I'm a love doctor complete with prescriptions. I usually help the men, because coming from a woman like me, they'd see a better perspective. And I have always been fair in terms of giving advises.

I don't believe in the cliche that the "bridge is the bearer." For if it were true, I would have been married by now. One rule matchmakers should follow (as if there are real matchmakers and that they belong to an organization) is never to get involved with any of the lovers. Another matchmaker will soon have him/her matched.

My services are not available only to lovers. I could also be a listening ear for broken hearted folks out there. If you cry in front of me, it would be fine but if you use my hanky, I will charge you.

Here's hoping you too will find your own match in a sea of faces and personalities, someone who would be so willing to stay inside the match box with you.

Life is beautiful. Let us all love one another.