My older, grandmotherly co-worker came up to me the other day with a huge smile planted on her face. "SOS", she said proudly, 'I met this wonderful woman the other day...' and that is how it all started. She proudly went on (in not too hush of a tone) telling me about this woman she met who knows alot of 'boys' and how this woman has a boy for me.
Sounds like Fiddler on the Roof?
I was polite and smiled back at her, listening attentively. After all, she did mean well, I mean, even if all my co-workers and employer overheard me. She was so excited that she may be the 'shliach' in this Simcha and she started telling me these wonderful things about the boy that this woman knew.
"There's only one problem" she said as she took a long, deep breathe.
(I tried not to roll my eyes as I thought of how many times I heard that line. How many 'small problems' I heard about, how many more 'problem' turned out to be ENORMOUS issues and how many boys I dated with those massive problems)....
"He's around 6"2 tall"
ok folks, WHY is height a problem? I know I ranted about this before. I know I am on the shorter side. But, we live in 2012. I have made relatives, friends, etc who dated and married boys a foot taller than them (ya-the wedding photos of her standing on a milk crate and him leaning over are proof!). There is also something called SHOES, and specifically shoes with heels, wedges, platforms, etc. But, I guess people see height, whether short or tall, as a 'problem'.
"I understand", I told her, "someone's gotta be able to reach those high kitchen cupboards for me" and I walked away smiling...