A regular weekend party with friends, extended friends of friends and even some foes. Fortunately now we're all grown up the days of drunkenly playing Spin the Bottle are over, with every empty wine bottle staying upright on the table, just the way they should be. On the flip side of this weekends party however, were the after dinner mints.

An innocent box of Matchmakers brought to the table let loose the darker side of chocolate when some bright spark had an idea for a new game – the Matchmaker Game. A re-working of Spin the Bottle for adults, invented by the party host Claire-Marie, who since the day when she tried to set up Eric and Susie as a couple on a disastrous date, has quite wrongly fancied herself as a bit of a matchmaker.

My mind filled with dread as I began looking at the other party goers around the room, until the lights were switched out and we all dibbed into the box of Matchmakers. Two rogue sticks had been placed into the box and according to Claire-Marie, doubtful as it may be, the two who picked them out would by fate be a perfect match. Doubtful indeed I thought.

Hoping I'd picked a safe one, the lights came back on and we all examined each others pickings. Oh no, I'd picked out the bread stick! How did I manage that? It was such unfortunate bad luck. Looking at the one who'd picked out the carrot stick I knew instantly that it definitely was not a match made in heaven. 

'Oooooh, matchmaker, matchmaker' Claire-Marie squealed, clapping her hands excitedly. What was she making all the fuss about? I didn't get it. Our bread stick and carrot stick were promptly replaced with a single chocolate Matchmaker and like the spaghetti scene in Lady and the Tramp we were instructed to share the chocolate stick, starting at either end, to meet in the middle and kiss. I was doomed! It was more like the Camping Ninja and a tramp.

The face at the other end zoomed in nearer to mine, hurriedly chomping their way down the chocolate safety zone, while I took the smallest bites possible in an ineffective attempt to avoid the catastrophe that was about to happen. Was it too late to cry out 'help!!!''? Concentrating on trying to resist that urge I forgot what was happening and before I knew it the last bite of chocolate Matchmaker wisped away and the lips from the other end pressed onto mine. Eeeuw! The worst peck of my life. The only relief was that thankfully they were the mint chocolate flavour Matchmakers, because I'd seen the other mouth demolish multiple pieces of garlic bread earlier in the evening.

I backed away as fast as a ninja could over to my side of the table and immediately wiped away any residue of the yucky mouth off of mine with a napkin, like a child, but felt much better for having done so. There wouldn't be any wedding bells resulting from that box of Matchmakers that's for sure!