... And that was before Parm, our receptionist, decided that she had found the "perfect guy" for me. No thanks, I calmly replied with the kind of mythical silent scream that you read about but rarely experience firsthand.

But do you know who I am talking about? She insisted.

No, I said. I honestly can't put a face to the name. And something inside of me curled up like a dead shrimp.