Make Me a Match

In medical school, there is a very important day. It is called "Match Day". It's pretty much just what it sounds like- the professional equivalent of arranged marriage. All the young med students, unattached, have been making rotations, dating around and seeing what medical specialties are attractive, which they get along with, and which result in abusive relationships ending in dramatic break-up fights with name calling and bitterness.
Finally, after deliberating over their options, they pick The One. The Specialty that's truly special, that they want to spend the rest of their lives with! Ah, love. But we all know that the feeling isn't always mutual. Match Day is when some administrative team (quite possibly a bevy of Jewish Grandmothers) receive all the breathless professions of devotion from Med Students, and then asks the Specialties, "Ok. Here's who you've swept off their feet. Good work. Which of this lot do you want to have and to hold and to drive intentionally crazy with your wily ways?"
And Specialties pick through the options and say, "oohh, this one has really nice eyes, and a dreamy bedside manner." And they tell the Matchmakers whose love they requite, and who "has a really nice personality, but." Matchmakers sort through the results. And pair them off, Specialty to Med student, already planning the big ceremony at the end of the year to celebrate the union.
Med Students wait in infatuated agony....and then....Match Day. The Day that everyone finds out whether they win their Dream mate, or have to enter premarital counseling and learn to love Podiatry. And if you made a really bad impression- always being late, say, or never noticing the important things like slightly elevated hematocrit, or a new haircut- you might end up all alone, your only choice to get a nice makeover and try again next year.
So on Match Day, J and I anxiously awaited his fate. His Match would bind him not only to a field of medicine, but also determine where on earth we'd be living for the next few years. Such drama. Well.
I'm happy to report that J, being the supergenius-most-eligible-stud we all know he is, matched with his top choice, and we will be staying in DC so that he and his Specialty can get a nice little starter home, and maybe a potted plant. Go J!