The Switcheroo

It's amazing how when you really like someone who's done something quite shocking to you, you can forgive them and move on as if nothing had ever happened. With some people, no matter how hard or how much you tell yourself to move on, forgive and forget, a part of you never does.
I was set up with a guy by someone who knows me quite well and this is what i heard about the guy: he had done the army, paratroopers no less, and was now studying in the [Oy Veyz]Mir yeshiva. Impressive. there were some other details that impressed me but they elude me right now.
Came the night of the date and the guy picked up in a car (2 points!). We started to drive and he told me how he had served in the rabbanut in the army and about his family. I remember thinking, was i told paratroopers (and not rabbanut) or did i imagine it? I shrugged off the oddness of it and we sat down at a coffee house and continued talking. He spoke about his family and went through his siblings and what each one did. He mentioned an older brother who had done the army, paratroopers, in fact, and was now learning in....THE MIR! I did a split-second double-take and then carried on like nothing had happened. Like I hadn't just realised I was on a date WITH THE WRONG BROTHER!
When I got home I was fuming. And I mean really mad. I felt cheated and played around with. What happened was this: A month before coming to israel for a visit my mother told the shadchan I was coming soon and he should get in touch with the guy. she didn't give an exact date because a year ago when she told the shadchan and he told the boy, a month ahead, the boy started seeing someone and was unavailable by the time i came. so this time, knowing i was coming "soon", he wouldn't start seeing someone else.
The shadchan tried to get through to the boy, who had originally agreed to go out, but couldn't. In the interim the shadchan met the boy's brother and thought he might also be a good idea. (actually i don't know if he actually MET the brother, or just heard good things about him) But here's where things get sticky: the shadchan somehow forgot to mention to me and to my mother about The Switch. So I went on the date thinking I was going out with Mr. Potentially Right and ended up discovering in the middle of the date that it was Mr. Out-of-left-field. The funny thing is (there always has to be something funny, or else why would i keep doing this to myself?) I enjoyed myself enough to be willing to go on a second date. Only the boy found me too American and too intimidating. And this after marvelling on the date that i was more israeli than he had been told - that i had, in fact, spent most of my life in israel, read hebrew novels like any israeli, and probably had a higher vocabulary than most native israelis.
That last bit sounds pretty aloof and snobby but since this is my place to rant about the truth, why not. The whole story doesn't sound so bad once written down but at the time it was pretty horrible. the shadchan FORGOT TO MENTION THE SWITCH. how does that happen?
anyway, like i said in the beginning, the shadchan himself is so nice, and meant to help and did not intend for any of this to happen, so all is forgiven and i'm left with a great story to tell.