Backstory: Mom works at a university with a young Greek fella she thinks would be a good match for me, and she emailed me to announce his recent return from vacation. When talking to me, she refers to him oh-so-discreetly as “Greek Salad.”

Saw him and said “Welcome back.” His voice is a bit high but I doubt he is gay since I saw him almost lose his eyeballs looking at a female student with olive skin and long dark, straight hair. Of course, he could just be trying to see if he knew her. He is so committed to causes and good works; he is Saint Salad.

Backstory: My mother has taken to spending most of her free time checking out our (my sister’s and my) Facebook profiles. She’s also trying to find me a boyfriend…

Mommie the sleuth is thinking you may have had a date last night according to your friends comments! And along those lines I read in your church email about this gay men spring conference that I’m wondering if you would be interested in going to it! I’d even pay for it if you’d be willing. I don’t know what the conference would be like and if the people attending would be mostly weird or awkward men or MAYBE there would be an interesting possible husband type man! Just always thinking on your behalf! Love you.