Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Father on Marrying off his Daughter

A Skirt & Pants Kinda Romance

Commencing this post with being thankful-so thanks to all those people who had me in mind and sent me emails/texts/phone calls regarding potential Shidduchim.
The purpose of this post is to try and explain why, sometimes when people are kind enough to think of me in terms of Shidduchim, it's sorta pains me that they aren't willing to do just a wee bit more to find out about the potential guy (like if it's at all shayach for me!) before they call me with the name.
Case in point. Someone I was in touch with years back and who had my resume, spread the word about me looking for a Shidduch and managed to get an answer from a random shadchan across the globe. The random shadchan had an older single, in the same height range as me, who was a frum, nice boy. Both this shadchan and the woman with my information exchanged emails and found out they knew a common person, Shuly, who was friends with me. They approached Shuly and asked her about the Shidduch. 
So poor Shuly, who is friends with me and knows nothing of these people (besides for relatives of relatives), let alone the guy, approached me and asked what I thought. There was no resume and only a few lines describing the guy. No formal breakdown or description. There were no references to help me out and basically I was to rely on this random Shadchan and just say yes.
Well, I have a skirt, he wears pants-we're both short and frum, so older singles, so what have we got to lose right?
But, 'nice frum guy' just doesn't cut it anymore. Everyone is nice, whether you know them well or brushed past them at the airport. The meaning of 'frumkeit' differs to each person. The only thing I can rely on right now is that he's a guy. and who even can confirm that he is actually single?!?!
So ya, we're gonna have to find a better reason for romance, aside from the skirt & pants!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

the Sukkos Date

Anyone not able to chap a date over Yom Tov? Here's the flip side of the coin: no need for you to walk with a guy carrying a larger than life purse, and then sit down on the grass of a park (hello? did he even THINK of a girl wearing a straight/pencil skirt and heels?!?!? how can one even inch down dressed like that?) and put up his pop up sukkah.
awkward much?
not to mention claustrophobia

Monday, October 6, 2014

Biblical Dating Advice for Girls

To all the girls who are in a hurry to have a boyfriend or get married, a piece of Biblical advice: 
Ruth patiently waited for her mate Boaz." 
While you are waiting on YOUR Boaz, don't settle for any of his relatives: 
Broke-az, Po-az, Lyin-az, Cheap-az, Dumb-az, Drunk-az, Cheap-az, Lockedup-az,Goodfornothing-az, and especially his third cousin Beatingyoaz. Wait on your Boaz and make sure he respects Yoaz.

reposted from my friend Chani

The Macabeats Coming Home Medley

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The New Year's Wish

For the past 2 weeks, I've been a proud recipient of many a squeeze, a hug, a tap on the shoulder, a rub in the small of my back and teary-eyed new years wishes. I get it. I'm single, I'm an older single, and a frum older single, who ain't getting any younger. Each sentiment comes with it's own additional 'Jewish guilt'. I know they are all well-wishers, and they truly do want the best for me. I just wish there was some way I can sorta explain that just saying 'shana tova' or 'gut g'bentched yahr' or 'Hashem should Bless you with whatever you wish', or the general Blessings they give everyone else, will be just enough to suffice.
It sorta reminds me of this: If you see a couple that you know has been married for quite some time and doesn't have kids-do you go over to them and say in that sad, guilt laid voice, tears in your eyes, 'I hope this year we will be at a Bris or Kiddush'
Do you go to someone whose child, nebach, is sick with terminal illness and tell them 'I hope there will be no more disease and things should turn out well'
Do you tell a recent widow 'I hope to dance at your Simcha this year, and it should be soon you know..'
Everyone has their own personal nisyonos. Some of us may know what they are, others may seem all happy on the outside and we don't know what goes on in the inside. Even if you wish and hope, it's always safest to keep it to yourself.
In the meantime, when people tell me they will dance at my wedding this year, I will keep the same joking response, 'honey, no offense, but I'm doin a destination wedding, so that'll be doubtful. Presents will be gladly accepted.'

Gmar Chasima Tova and a gut g'bentched yahr!