Dating in New York City is not a game for amateurs. Like any sport, it requires appropriate attire (a.k.a., an outfit that makes you look better than Amal Clooney), a strategy (developed over brunch with your friends), and a coach to keep you sane (your best friend, your roommate, or a trusty colleague). And, sometimes, if your pals become sick of hearing your dating woes and horror stories, you take drastic measures: You hire a recruiter - that is, a matchmaker. Enter, me.

Because let's face it, there are plenty of things that make me mad. I'm sorry if I offend you. No I'm not. #81 in Random as of 4/1/17 (not a joke) #152 in Random as of 3/31/17 #186 in Random as of 1/24/17 #200 in Random as of 12/15/16 #215 in Random as of 12/7/16 #287 in humor as of 9/10/16 #353 in humor as of 9/8/16 #389 in humor as of 8/22/16