My sister-in-law texted me last night to ask if she can give my number to some single guy she knows from her yoga class. My first thought was, eww yoga, but like an obnoxious girl pretending to be nice, I asked her to tell me more about this Yoga Guy. To my disappointment (but not to my surprise), she didn’t have much to tell me other than he’s soooo nice. Soooo nice. Nothing else. In my experience that description is synonymous with boring. That, added to the fact that my sister-in-law and I have very different views on what it takes to be “husband material”, suffice it to say that I was not overly enthused about this Yoga Guy prospect. But in an effort to “keep an open mind” and not to shut down my sis-in-law’s good intentions, I said ok.