My grandparents (all of whom were basically refugees at that point) decided my parents would be a good match and basically told them to get married. 7 daughters, one son.
There was literally a "matchmaker" who introduced them.
65ish years later, still married, and completely inseperable. They still have sex which disturbs me in ways it shouldn't. (Mom and dad were comparting the benefits of Cialis vs. Viagra this weekend. I'm a grown man, But, ick.)
Arranged marriages get a bad rap, and are certainly more "advice" than "arrange" nowadays, but a lot of thought goes into them from people who love them.
I found my eldest daughter's fiancee and introduced them. Not exactly a "matchmaker," but I know and love my little bird more than anyone in the world, know her better than anyone, so I could cut through some of the bullshit.
Flies F-16s, good family, good looking guy, very smart, Ivy leaguer, and tough enough that my daughter won't completely bulldoze him.