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“So for the lovelorn who are burned out by the bar scene, fed up with personal ads or tired of scouring the Internet, there’s another place to look for that perfect date: the back seat of a taxicab.”

Once again I was reading through my feeds and I read this article on Sex on My Desk about a Matchmaking Taxi Driver in New York. I think that’s awesome, and just a tad adorable. Am I wrong?

“Playing Miss Lonelyhearts with a hack license comes naturally to Ibrahim, although he stumbled across the part accidentally.

“I was joking around with this girl … who said she couldn’t find a boyfriend,” he recalled. Ibrahim took her number.

A man got in his cab three days later and bemoaned his bad luck finding a woman. Ibrahim called the woman and gave her the man’s number.

She called back three weeks later and said they had gone on a date and were getting along great.

“I thought, ‘Oh my God, this is my new project,’ ” he said. ”

The questions is, would you give your phone number to a cabbie so he could set you up? I’d probably do it.

Quotes taken from this article from the Seattle Times: Matchmaker cabbie connects New York’s lonely passengers.