Apparently, my acupuncturist is a matchmaker on the side. He asked me the other day if I was married while he tapped each needle into my back. When I told him I wasn't and again that I didn't have a boyfriend, he said, "Ah Sally, too pretty face for no husband. I find you someone." With that, he told me to meditate and think of butterflies. When he returned to free me from the table, he looked at me again and shook his head. "Why you not married? Not make sense," he smiled. While I question the supposed patient/doctor confidentiality agreement and the husband material he proposes to fix me up with, I leave his office feeling different than when I walked in. I think the acupuncture is helping too.
