When I recounted the story the next day, my dad gave me the usual smile and laugh, relieved that I wasn't serious about any of the drunken dudes I danced with. The Beer Goggles Calculator
The next week, I ran into the cowboy again. He was still devastatingly handsome in his Wranglers, starched shirt and Stetson. I tried to ignore him but he approached me. Turns out we had much more in common when were sober, and we hit it off immediately.
When I returned home the next day, something was different and I think Daddy knew. When Corley the cowboy called, my father answered and made a joke. When they met in person, Corley was quick-witted and Daddy was able to speak with him easily. I hadn't realized it, but this connection between my father and my man was what I had been looking for. Corley and I have been married for twelve years.
I don't think of my father as a matchmaker, but rather a match keeper. He was a sounding board during my dating years, and he's always encouraged me to put myself first. Now that I'm married my father keeps Corley and I together by example and his belief in us. He continually tells me how proud he is of both of us. He tells me that Corley is a good man, and I know that he loves him. My father's confidence gives me hope for the future—our future.
Corley and I have had our ups and downs but we fight fair and, because of the precedent set by my parents' marriage, I've never thought of leaving him or not working things through. We are a match and a good one, thanks to my match keeper.