<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512</id><updated>2012-02-15T01:45:38.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfin the Shidduch Scene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6630533216184152118</id><published>2012-02-15T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T00:10:33.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts, Chocolates, Roses Galore!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day y'all!&lt;div&gt;yup, can you imagine, the time has come where all those red hearts and roses and loads of chocolate are piled out there and in a &lt;i&gt;in your face &lt;/i&gt;sorta way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, it gets annoying after a while, I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE chocolate, and honestly, as my good friends will attest, there is no way I can walk into any store, or down any aisle without pressing the 'squeeze me' stickers on each stuffed animal holding the rose/heart/choc. However, when ur single and in 'the game' for so long, it just tends to get well...annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the ChickLits, the RomComs, they're sweet, and great to read/watch, but when your love life is well..NIL, having a whole day of dedicated to the Love of your Life and getting/giving gifts to them, or all those around you doing same, is rubbing it in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, the Frum aspect of this is Vorts/engagement parties/weddings. It's all about the couple being lovey dovey, newly engaged/married and in your face. Only its ONE couple that everyone is celebrating and making a fuss about. Imagine if there was an annual group anniversary for all frum couples=there would be no room for us single folk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on a day where many a couple are celebrating, or eating out, or enjoying some kinda romantic, cheesy outing/gift/film, etc. here's to all of us single folk, sitting alone infront of their pcs, eating the last chocolate from the box.....alone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope next Valentines, the chocolate will be from ur hubby :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6630533216184152118?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6630533216184152118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/hearts-chocolates-roses-galore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6630533216184152118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6630533216184152118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/hearts-chocolates-roses-galore.html' title='Hearts, Chocolates, Roses Galore!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3608987994575700624</id><published>2012-02-11T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T22:32:35.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Ayelet Galena A"H &amp; her AMAZING parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warning: this post will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;be about Shidduchim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am saddened, and heartbroken about the news that hit me like a ton of bricks, just a week and a half ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, like many of you readers, I receive the 'please say tehillim for..' and 'FW: TEHILLIM FOR...' emails and forward them to my contacts, many times without even scrolling down to read. However, when the first email about Ayelet appeared in my inbox, it was very descriptive and had some images of this pure, beautiful toddler with the big blue eyes smiling at the camera and after reading about this 1 year old and the search for a bone marrow match that her parents had spread word about, I couldn't help but NOT follow up about. So, I clicked on the link to their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ayelet-Galena-Fan-Page-Daughter-of-Hindy-Poupko-and-Seth-Galena/194101053945370"&gt;Facebook Fan Page&lt;/a&gt; and every so often would check for updates. I would continuously send out emails to say Tehillim, and from then on, a regular forwarded tehillim email, became part of me. I felt, well, like a 'fan'. After reading about what she went through that day, and the sometimes, humorous posts from her parents, I learned alot from these amazing people. Like most, I didn't &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; these people, yet, by them sharing what they were going through with thousands of people, I felt like I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; know them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindy &amp;amp; Seth, the parents of precious Ayelet A"H, are amazing. They kept up their strength and courage and put on their brave smiles. They kept he world up to date all the time. Anyone from anywhere around the world was just able to click on their &lt;a href="http://ayeletgalena.tumblr.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;and get up to date info, and sometimes even a photo of what Ayelet and her parents were going through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, so, when I received the email a week and a half ago, about a funeral to take place, my heart skipped a beat. I was...heartbroken to say the least. These people, these young parents, and this beautiful baby, became part of my life. Look at what they went through?! Look at how much they have suffered, at how far they have come. They found a match, Ayelet got the bone marrow, and despite all odds, she pulled through each and every time! She had just recently turned 2 and they let her go home to celebrate like a REAL 2 year old (minus the facemasks) and everything was look as good as possible. In fact, the last post that night was that so far she is stable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I, a Frum single girl, who spends a good chunk of her time, poking fun at/complaining about/emailing/speaking, ranting about Shidduchim, the Shidduch crisis, Shadchanim and horrible dates (in the sense of GUY and actual DATE), how can I even complain about just a pesky small thing, when this 2 year old girl has been through soo much suffering. Her parents have gone through a tremendous amount of time spent in hospitals, at doctors, at her bedside, etc. What they would go through to have their child back. People, this is a wake up call. We need to &lt;i&gt;appreciate&lt;/i&gt; all that we have been Blessed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have our parents=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have families=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our families care about us (yes, even those annoying times, when they care &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; much) &lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have friends=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our friends would move worlds for us=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are healthy=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are happy=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We actually &lt;i&gt;HAVE&lt;/i&gt; dates (even if they suck sometimes)=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are safe=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shadchanim are calling our house to set us up (even when they are such a nuisance)=&lt;b&gt;Baruch Hashem&lt;/b&gt; for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are not suffering, our kidneys work, our hearts are beating, we are healthy, yes, we are single, but we are happy, we have families, we have friends. Think of Ayelet, and if you haven't already seen/heard/read about her, check out her website &lt;a href="http://ayeletgalena.tumblr.com/"&gt;'Eye on Ayelet'&lt;/a&gt; or visit her Facebook page, trust me, you will come to appreciate life. You will be happy with the small things in life. You will see that stupid things that bother(ed) you will not matter to you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This child endured such a tremendous amount of pain, she went through what no 1 year old should go through, her parents lived through all this with her, and tried to be as 'normal' as possible throughout-but they weren't normal, they were spectacular, they were unbelievable, they are true, honest, humorous, believeable, inspiring parents. We have aLOT to learn from them. Young people, thrown into parenthood, thrown into crisis, thrown into emergency situations. They got to work, they spread the word, they did all they can do. People's lives have changed because of them. I know mine did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, comes this post. I feel it necessary to share this with all of you, because maybe like me, after reading about this story, you will understand why I am soo affected by this. Her loss, is devastating and has left thousands saddened. But her life was truly inspiring, and what they went through and &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; they lived through it is truly uplifting (to say the least)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May we all know of only Simchas and never know of such pain, heartache and suffering.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3608987994575700624?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3608987994575700624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/tribute-to-ayelet-galena-ah-her-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3608987994575700624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3608987994575700624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/tribute-to-ayelet-galena-ah-her-amazing.html' title='Tribute to Ayelet Galena A&quot;H &amp; her AMAZING parents'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2056560661077682740</id><published>2012-02-01T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:23:53.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leather Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so here goes my &lt;i&gt;issue&lt;/i&gt; for the day...well, it's actually been an off/on issue for the past few weeks  but today I decided to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, by now y'all know me-the single, Bais Yaakov-type girl, heimishe/Hungarian background, frum, with it, worldly, etc. I don't hide who I am, I wear jean skirts, I go skating, play ball, ride bikes, participate in sports, watch tv, use the internet, listen to the radio, goes to shiurim, goes to Shul, says the daily perek shira, the Shabbos Shir Hashirim, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's the deal-I saw this really nice jacket at a store I frequently shop at. The jacket was &lt;i&gt;totally &lt;/i&gt;me, in every sense. It was funky, stylish, frilly but not-to-girly, short, but not-to-short, and a light beige/pink color. It had little 'cut outs' all along the bottom frill of the jacket, and the sleeves had the same. The only issue was that the jacket was.....leather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So normally, I get it, leather is '&lt;i&gt;prust&lt;/i&gt;', it's like biker-type, or worse, think punker-leather collars with spikes, handcuffs, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this jacket looked '&lt;i&gt;aidel&lt;/i&gt;' in comparison. It looked cute, it didn't look like '&lt;i&gt;OMG-did you see what SOS was wearing......I can't believe SHE is wearing leather....I didn't think she was at THAT level.....I thought she was soo much more Frum than that....'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I felt guilty even THINKING about buying it. So I tried it on, of course, they didn't have it in my size (min hashamayim-right?) and I figured I would think about it and I can always go to another store to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spoke to my friend Ruchie about it and she had the reaction as per the above. Now, Ruchie is &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; normal and openminded and knows me well. I tried to describe the jacket-but she couldn't get the 'black leather' look out of her mind. At the same time, since we both went to Bais Yaakov school, I asked her why we felt this way about it-it wasn't something particularly discussed in school. Yet, we were always taught not to judge a book by its cover, but when dating, or even as we get older, we tend to judge people by their looks, their attire, their style. So the way you dress sorta shows your personality. If you wear a skirt above your knee and short sleeves, it sorta tells people about your religious level. If you wear your tzitzis out for all to see, that shows people you are at a certain level as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what does it mean if you wear leather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be honest, my mom wears a leather jacket (no, not the biker kind!) and no one ever said anything to me, nor have I thought anything wrong with it. I'm just wondering why I feel this way. What's the deal with leather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2056560661077682740?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2056560661077682740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/leather-debate.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2056560661077682740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2056560661077682740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/02/leather-debate.html' title='The Leather Debate'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4620506736194841641</id><published>2012-01-31T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:38:46.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A non-date Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My good friend Avital had this whole non-date Date thing all set straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See? Most of us are these gushy, dreamy-eyed girls, straight out of sem, living our life of shidduchim to lead up to the 'happily ever after' but no one really thinks about the reality of the situation and what exactly happens after the happily ever after (aka wedding-jk). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, we get older, and as we get older, we gain more life experience, more dating experience, we meet new people, are in different situations, different surroundings and we sort of land back into reality and learn that there IS something after &lt;i&gt;happily ever after&lt;/i&gt; and that something is "REALITY". Life is not a dream, it doesn't just 'happen', we have to sometimes &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; things happen, everything takes effort and once we get to where we want to be, &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; that effort, we appreciate it much more, as we know how hard to worked towards our goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Point being-Avital had this mindset about dating. She decided that dates were fake. They are all happy, polite, well-mannered, well-dressed, put together, on-your-best-behavior, go somewhere nice and grown up for 3 hours meet n greet. After the first few dates she realized that if she was going to date seriously, for marriage, she needed to do some of the everyday little things that married people do regularly to see if the guy was suitable. After all, how many married husbands do you see running to the passenger door of the car to hold the door for their wives? How many couples randomly go out during the week for drinks at a hotel lounge, or pottery painting, bowling, to the  botanical gardens or a movie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Avital decided that when a boy came to town to date her, she would have a 'reality' date and do something realistically, she would be doing had she been married-with this potential guy. So, they would go on grocery errands, they would help out at soup kitchens, deliver meals to hospitals, etc. Whilst not the most romantic dates-it was the most real-life situation dates. And Avital must've been doing the right thing, cuz she got married to the next guy that she dated after this decision. They had the most non-romantic dates (then again, it depends how you feel about the term of romance), but it worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For all I know, he proposed to her in the produce aisle over a basket of tomatoes, but in reality, she sorta had a point. I'm not the type of girl who really cares, nor needs a guy to hold a door open for me. Is it polite? sure. Is it mentchlech to do on a date? yes. Still-do I &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;someone to do that? will I get upset if he doesn't? nopes, I don't mind opening my own car door, and doing things myself-after all, being single for all these years I got used to it. Ya, a gal likes to be treated with respect and as if a guy cares, but dessert, a horse &amp;amp; buggy ride, amusement park, etc-whilst being fun, you might not get that much conversation in, you might not see how someone behaves in a real-life situation and how they handle everyday small stuff that arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you be bold enough to suggest a non-date date on your next shidduch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4620506736194841641?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4620506736194841641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-date-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4620506736194841641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4620506736194841641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-date-date.html' title='A non-date Date!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2058530457842497429</id><published>2012-01-18T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:38:32.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GirlTalk...from single to married &amp; still sounding stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="520" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WxKS6Uo5n8c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2058530457842497429?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2058530457842497429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/girltalkfrom-single-to-married-still.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2058530457842497429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2058530457842497429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/girltalkfrom-single-to-married-still.html' title='GirlTalk...from single to married &amp; still sounding stupid'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WxKS6Uo5n8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5077153235786250509</id><published>2012-01-18T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:08:40.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken on a Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shades of Grey posted a comment on my last entry regarding a &lt;a href="http://walkingthegreyline.blogspot.com/2010/05/mixed-mazal-tov.html"&gt;post on his blog&lt;/a&gt; quite a while back. Whilst reading the comment, I literally just found out that I guy I had the biggest crush on, and by biggest, I meant designing monograms, using his last name, nicknaming him, etc. just got engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until today I didn't know what people meant-as commented by Shades of Grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I'm picky, but I didn't really have any feelings for guys I dated. Perhaps it was cuz I only dated them once or a few times max, or maybe because half were losers or jerks (no offence-I'm an honest, straight out person). But, after hearing that the guy I harbored world's greatest crush on was......taken...I freaked out. I was really sad. Partly because I was sooo hopeful about us getting together. It made sooo much sense in my mind. We were, or atleast I believed, SUCH A GOOD COUPLE. He was &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; the kinda guy I was looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, whilst I know, not everyone is perfect, etc. even HE had some things I didn't quite &lt;i&gt;approve&lt;/i&gt; of, but was ok with, knowing almost everything about him. Usually, when being redd shidduchim I woulda heard those things and nixed the whole idea, but because I actually &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; (about) this guy, I was able to see past it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Shades-of-Grey, I totally get you. It's just really weird that this whole post/comment/post came along the first time I am a bit heartbroken. I don't know what to say. I usually thought the whole crush thing with people was either fake (people &lt;i&gt;wanted to BELIEVE &lt;/i&gt;they loved someone) or based on TV/movies e.g. Twilight tweens obsessed with that werewolf guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, now I know it's true.....love &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; possible....or atleast what I believe until now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5077153235786250509?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5077153235786250509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbroken-on-crush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5077153235786250509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5077153235786250509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbroken-on-crush.html' title='Heartbroken on a Crush'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3635985003287717371</id><published>2012-01-17T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:42:42.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Time for EVERYTHING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 great things happened this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 guys I know got engaged!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, I don't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; know them-know them. except the reason why it is so great that they got engaged, was cuz both of them were suggested to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;numerous times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;y'know, the type where the mother/grandmother/aunt/sister/in-law/cousin/neighbor/bestie think it's the BEST shidduch yet! and they don't let you forget that each time they see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, one of the guys fits into the category above. Literally, his mother met me, some mutual person suggested it whilst we were in the same room, it was REALLY awkward, cuz it was everything BUT shayach in all ways, but even tho everyone around including me KNEW it was the most retarded shidduch suggestion ever-his mother thought it was amazing and jumped at the idea. So ya, it was like avoidance anytime I knew I might be seeing her/passing her by. Yay-one down. Thank you Hashem for finding him his zivug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, for dude #2, he was suggested to me like for sure 5-6 times by different people, different walks of life, cities, circles, etc. Each time I would repeat the story that the boy gave which was always &lt;i&gt;greyish&lt;/i&gt; in the sense that there was no story really, it was just a blurred-out excuse, something to the tune of '&lt;i&gt;well, now it not really a good time...busy....trying to decide what to do with my life....on vacation...taking a break.....not available, etc.'&lt;/i&gt; but each time the Shadchan who suggested it would make me send the resume, the photo, the deets and get back to me with one of the above excuses. The last shadchan who called me about dude #2, was &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; and I mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;annoying. She picked at every phrase and pulled it apart word by word asking what I meant by that and how certain words can have a double-connotation and certain ways things were said, etc. when finally, after the longest conversation with her, she said she didn't really know dude #2, but heard about him through a mutual friend and told me she would be in touch.....so now it's a really long time later and I found out through the grapevine that dude #2 is engaged. FINALLY-all his excuses now make sense (or do they???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So single folk=here's to continued celebrations for a week of 'a time for everything' and literally, I'm really enjoying this time! That's one guy's mom and a whole lotta other people who will not be (s)talking me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3635985003287717371?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3635985003287717371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3635985003287717371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3635985003287717371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/theres-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a Time for EVERYTHING!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3857267728152326538</id><published>2012-01-17T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:34:37.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal gone wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;let's hope this doesn't happen to anyone i know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GXUphyeOjko" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3857267728152326538?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3857267728152326538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/proposal-gone-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3857267728152326538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3857267728152326538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/proposal-gone-wrong.html' title='Proposal gone wrong'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GXUphyeOjko/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3540406499932084217</id><published>2012-01-10T22:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:56:03.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceiving Date Descriptions</title><content type='html'>Ever feel frustrated with shidduch calls?&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, don'tcha feel even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; frustrated with making the calls and getting weird info, or info that doesn't match, or people saying different things all together-especially when these people are the 'chosen references' listed on a resume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, lately my friend, Huvi has been on the burnt end of the above situation. The last few boys she was suggested to all ended up being total losers and if half the information she received even matched up to the boys she dated-she would've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; agreed to even date them, but obviously at this point it is too late and so more damage has been done in the dating department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After listening to her horror stories and hearing how &lt;i&gt;deceiving&lt;/i&gt; the info was and how some people had carefully worded their descriptions or managed to answer a question without answering the question directly, or how they skipped out the 'minor' details which they felt was minor, but which was obviously a major factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, in order for all of you to avoid having horrible experiences, the lesson learned from Huvi's detrimental dating descriptions is the following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-BE SPECIFIC in your questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Make sure the people you call answer the &lt;i&gt;specific&lt;/i&gt; questions you ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Call atleast THREE people and ensure all the info you ask matches up to each other as well as the info received (resume)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-If you can call your own references, that is preferable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Any worries or concerns should be directed to the Shadchan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Body language/tone of voice and sometimes reluctance may say more than actual words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-READ BETWEEN THE LINES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;good luck and hoping none of you have any surprises or spoilers on your next date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3540406499932084217?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3540406499932084217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/deceiving-date-descriptions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3540406499932084217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3540406499932084217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/deceiving-date-descriptions.html' title='Deceiving Date Descriptions'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1121148516591364238</id><published>2012-01-07T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T23:59:40.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disclaimer on Dates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly-Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those still reading=assuming you didn't have someone to share your midnight/new years kiss with-let's hope that you find one by next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm gonna rant about people who set you up, or who &lt;i&gt;wanna&lt;/i&gt; set you up, whom I call the 'disclaimer date' people. You know the ones who say, "&lt;i&gt;I have this great guy....I really think it could work....totally sounds your type...'&lt;/i&gt; but then add in the little line '&lt;i&gt;I havta tell you that I honestly never met him.....don't really know him that well....heard of him......my sister/uncle/husband/wife knows him really well...'&lt;/i&gt; and that's where it ends. Either you date the guy or not, but whatever happens-they already wash their hands of any outcome as they claim not to know the guy or not to know him well enough-yet they do believe it's the guy for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, well, lately I'm experiencing alot of these disclaimers-some, after I do some checking, make sense=the guy is a TOTAL &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; shayach (for lack of any other rude word) and they feel the need to mention him because he's in 'my type' of category. For others, all the info checks out, we date and then the guy ends up being a TOTAL &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; shayach (again, for lack of rude word) and then when I call back after the date, the excuse is '&lt;i&gt;well, don't get upset at me, i DID mention that I don't REALLY know him...&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you take that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1121148516591364238?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1121148516591364238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/disclaimer-on-dates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1121148516591364238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1121148516591364238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2012/01/disclaimer-on-dates.html' title='The Disclaimer on Dates'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3480700971917675936</id><published>2011-12-27T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:33:03.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>`Anguish That Does Not Go Away - The Singles Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Taken from the Jewish Press-Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dear Rebbetzin Jungreis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. I am sure you get hundreds of letters a week regarding &lt;i&gt;shidduchim. &lt;/i&gt;This letter is being penned by someone who is hoping to act as a representative on behalf of all the sad and lonely unmarried men and women in our society.  I am hoping that if you share my message in whole or in part with our community it will have an effect, even if it be minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="body" style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;          &lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;I am a very typical 30 something year old female, who attended typical Bais Yaakov type schools, who comes from a regular down to earth, &lt;i&gt;frum&lt;/i&gt; – observant family, and who has an ordinary job that I go to day in and day out.  I have a college degree and a master’s degree. Unfortunately, what I am missing is that I have not been blessed with finding my &lt;i&gt;bashert&lt;/i&gt; – soul mate, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            Every day is  very difficult for us singles, but perhaps the most painful are the &lt;i&gt;Yom Tovim &lt;/i&gt;– the holidays – especially Yom Kippur. We hope, we daven and we dream that &lt;i&gt;Hashem&lt;/i&gt; will answer our &lt;i&gt;Tefillos – prayers &lt;/i&gt;and bring us only good things for the coming year.   In order to make our dreams a reality, we unfortunately have to really rely on those around us to make it happen. Those close to us and those that are not. We network with anyone possible. I have emailed my personal information to so many people - an uncomfortable feeling in and of itself. More often than not, my calls are not returned, and the emails are not answered. Occasionally, I get “lucky” and someone will drop the name of an eligible guy, but then never do anything about it..  Would it be so terrible to expect that the person take an additional step and make that call? The waiting is torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            I feel that WE – and I mean the entire Jewish community, do not do nearly as much for &lt;i&gt;shidduchim&lt;/i&gt; as we should be doing. We all lead busy lives with many obligations, but how often do people put themselves out for others when it comes to &lt;i&gt;shidduchim&lt;/i&gt;?  And worse, how often do people commit to things and make promises and then proceed to forget about them. I have people who are close to me who have made New Year’s Resolutions and offered to help out with minor things like a follow up email or phone call to major projects like starting a &lt;i&gt;shidduch&lt;/i&gt; group as a &lt;i&gt;zechus &lt;/i&gt;– merit for me, but it never happens.  We are about to celebrate Chanukah – life goes on and people are back to business as usual. I wonder how people can be so apathetic and never even give us singles a thought. We go to family&lt;i&gt; simchas &lt;/i&gt;and are always labeled “the single relative”. We get through the&lt;i&gt; Yom Tovim &lt;/i&gt;as “&lt;i&gt;the single aunt&lt;/i&gt;”. I wonder how they can sleep comfortably at night knowing that we are  suffering. I can tell you this – we singles have a hard time sleeping and getting up.  I often wonder why people commit to helping if they have no intention of doing so. Why do they give hope only to dash it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            Our generation has become an “I” generation.  People only have time to think of themselves, their own families and their own businesses? How about the next person? The neighbor, the relative and sadly, even the sibling? No one thinks..... No one seems to care. And now, I would like to point to an additional problem – the insensitivity, the hurtful remarks. Let me cite some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            This past Yom Kippur the Holiest day of the year, during the Rabbi’s speech right before &lt;i&gt;Neilah&lt;/i&gt; (the closing prayer), someone came over to me in &lt;i&gt;Shul&lt;/i&gt; to ask that I send my &lt;i&gt;shidduch&lt;/i&gt; information.... she thought of someone appropriate for me. Wow, I thought,  G-d is acting fast.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;          I followed up .... we are heading into winter, but I have yet to hear from her. Couldn’t she have called or at least e-mailed me? She picked me up only to drop me like a hot potato.  Additionally, she took my time away during the last moments of Yom Kippur when I could have been saying &lt;i&gt;Tehillim&lt;/i&gt; - Psalms. To accomplish what? To what end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            And then there are those who offer their sagacious advice and tell you  “It’s time you got married”.. There are many more examples that I could cite.  As I mentioned earlier, for us religious singles, the &lt;i&gt;Yom Tovim &lt;/i&gt;– the holidays, are the most difficult to get through.  Everyone is surrounded by their families, children and babies,  while we stand alone. I overhear people whisper “She is such a &lt;i&gt;rachmones (&lt;/i&gt;someone to be pitied). She must be in her thirties and still single. Very often, on the holidays, I opt out and stay at home. It is just too painful to go to &lt;i&gt;shul&lt;/i&gt;, but staying home is not a happy solution either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            On one of these occasions, a neighbor’s married daughter knocked on my door to ask if I could watch her child at home while she went to &lt;i&gt;shul&lt;/i&gt; with another of her children. I am not a high school teenager who babysits. Is she that clueless? Did it ever occur to her that I would do anything to take my own child to &lt;i&gt;shul&lt;/i&gt;?  And there have been many other similar situations. People take advantage, and just because they invite me to a&lt;i&gt; Shabbos Seudah&lt;/i&gt;, they expect me to baby sit or pick up their kids at the bus stop. I often wonder what has become of us. How have we lost our &lt;i&gt;chesed?&lt;/i&gt; I know that many of your readers will flip the page now and think to themselves, “ One of those s&lt;i&gt;hidduch&lt;/i&gt; articles again!” It takes too much time out of their busy schedules to even read about our pain and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;            Are we not supposed to be “&lt;i&gt;Rachmonim U B’nei Rachmonim&lt;/i&gt;? “Compassionate ones and the children of compassionate ones... sensitive to the suffering of others and careful of how we speak to them? Is it too much to ask for people to take a moment to make a phone call or send an e-mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;           To all the people reading this letter, permit me to make some suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;           It is admirable and noble to want to help with &lt;i&gt;shidduchim&lt;/i&gt;, but be serious!  Don’t name drop names because you want to feel that it shows you are doing something.  Unless you have a concrete plan or serious information don’t talk about it.  If you do mention someone, follow up  and get back to the single person.  Don’t leave anyone hanging.  Your life might not be dependent on it, but ours is!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p class="Level1" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;•                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;As tempting as it might sound, don’t volunteer to do something or make calls or start a program unless you are serious and prepared to put it into work.  Think through what you are offering before you actually offer it.  Empty offers are painful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p class="Level1" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;•                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Spend time and network with everyone you know.  You can’t imagine how many potential &lt;i&gt;shidduchim&lt;/i&gt; can be made by just asking everyone if they know someone.  Don’t let opportunities pass by.  Network with your friends, its simple with emails and text messages.  Bring it up at a table at a &lt;i&gt;simcha&lt;/i&gt;, or after &lt;i&gt;davening&lt;/i&gt; in&lt;i&gt;shul&lt;/i&gt;, call relatives you don’t see, find a friend in an out of town community and network, network, network.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p class="Level1" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;•                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;Think over and over before asking a single person to baby-sit. Precisely because they don’t have children, your request is that much more painful...and this is important – don’t imagine that because we are not married, we do not have a life and have nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thank you Rebbetzin for sharing this letter.  I am not so naive as to think that the tide will be turned through this letter, but perhaps by reading my words, some people will take it to heart, and if just one single person is spared further pain, and just one person makes just one call for a&lt;i&gt;shidduch&lt;/i&gt; connection, it will have been worthwhile for me to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3480700971917675936?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3480700971917675936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/anguish-that-does-not-go-away-singles.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3480700971917675936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3480700971917675936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/anguish-that-does-not-go-away-singles.html' title='`Anguish That Does Not Go Away - The Singles Problem'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1213504011625289131</id><published>2011-12-21T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:19:20.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggesting a Shidduch-Chofetz Chaim</title><content type='html'>EFER CHOFETZ CHAIM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Day 85 – Suggesting a Shidduch: The Balance&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In light of the prohibition of misleading one’s fellow (see Days 79-80), one may be reluctant to suggest shidduchim (marriage matches) altogether; others may feel it necessary to mention every possible shortcoming of the person so as not to be guilty of misrepresenting the truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Few acts of chesed (kindness) can compare with that of helping to build a Jewish home.  One who thinks that a certain young man may be a suitable match for a certain young woman is not responsible to investigate the two and their families before proposing the match.  That is the responsibility of the parties involved and their parents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However, the prohibition against misleading one’s fellow requires that one not suggest a shidduch unless:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(1) He believes that given what he knows of their personalities, the two could be a good match, and he is unaware of any reason the relationship should cause pain to either one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(2) In his opinion, there is reason to believe that their meeting will ultimately result in an engagement.  (It is wrong to waste a person’s time, energy and emotions!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(3) He is not aware of any medical, emotional, or character deficiency that would render one party unfit for marriage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(4) He does not feel that either party will have a negative influence upon the other.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(5) He is not aware that one party lacks something that the other is insistent upon, or has something to which the other has explicitly expressed strong objection.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Should there be any doubt as to whether any of these conditions have been met; the counsel of a talmid chacham (a very learned person) should be sought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1213504011625289131?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1213504011625289131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/suggesting-shidduch-chofetz-chaim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1213504011625289131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1213504011625289131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/suggesting-shidduch-chofetz-chaim.html' title='Suggesting a Shidduch-Chofetz Chaim'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-631008763618150853</id><published>2011-12-18T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:36:17.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pella Chanuka Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MYmLJ8GSsjk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-631008763618150853?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/631008763618150853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/pella-chanuka-medley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/631008763618150853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/631008763618150853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/pella-chanuka-medley.html' title='Pella Chanuka Music Video'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MYmLJ8GSsjk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4832551701366416060</id><published>2011-12-12T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:49:56.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2-date minimum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being an out-of-towner, whenever I come to NY or the boy's city for a date, most shadchanim will ask for a 2-date minimum, meaning the guy has to agree to atleast 2 dates. I sorta agree and disagree with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For one, I guess it is polite and well-mannered to atleast show that you are willing to give it a second try (unless something is &lt;i&gt;terribly&lt;/i&gt; wrong with the date/girl/guy, or obviously not shayach at all after date #1) and at the same time, usually when someone is traveling, they stay for atleast more than one day and being that the purpose they are traveling is solely for dating, its sorta an understandable thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been asked the same when boys come to my town to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I disagree with the fact that sometimes, when its a clear "no" after date #1, going out again would clearly be &lt;i&gt;leading the other party on&lt;/i&gt; and make them &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; you are interested when really you are not. I've always felt bad about this, especially when the guy knows NO ONE in my town and so if the Shadchan really bothers me about this, I clearly say that I don't mind taking him out, showing him around town, etc. but as long as he knows I'm not interested-that's when the Shadchan usually turns my offer down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, my good friend Shaindy went to NY. It was a really long trip and she went out with the guy on a first date. She came back and was waiting to hear if there was going to be another date the next day or if she should arrange to take the next bus/train/flight/ride back. Either way, she was sorta in limbo for 1-2 hours &lt;i&gt;waiting&lt;/i&gt; to hear back from the shadchan, and with time ticking by in regards to last minute reservations either for travel, or for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FINALLY, the shadchan called her. This is a 2-date minimum shadchan. She also told Shaindy that she &lt;i&gt;HAS TO&lt;/i&gt; travel for this boy as no one says "no" to  him and he has a list and cannot wait even 3 days for her to travel. In any case, the shadchan just told her that the boy said it wasn't for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Needless to say, Shaindy actually though the guy was soo polite and mentchlech, she didn't even get the impression he wasn't interested, but with 1 hour left to catch the last flight/train/bus/ride out, she quickly tried to arrange her schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, do I think he was right in not going on a 2nd date in this case? Yes, atleast he was polite and the date was pleasant and he didn't lead her on or make her waste another day of work/travel, knowing he wasn't interested. Would it have killed him to take her out again? absolutely not, but what would that accomplish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that shadchanim should establish a 2 hour Maximum-which means that after a date ends, both parties have 2 hours MAX to call the shadchan with their decision, especially when its with out-of-towners, so they know where they stand and so they can make whatever arranegments are necessary, instead of waiting in limbo and not knowing what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4832551701366416060?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4832551701366416060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-date-minimum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4832551701366416060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4832551701366416060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-date-minimum.html' title='The 2-date minimum'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7688883411179834235</id><published>2011-12-11T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:22:53.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Chanuka: Maccabeats-Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oHwyTxxQHmQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7688883411179834235?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7688883411179834235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-honor-of-chanuka-maccabeats-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7688883411179834235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7688883411179834235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-honor-of-chanuka-maccabeats-miracle.html' title='In Honor of Chanuka: Maccabeats-Miracle'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oHwyTxxQHmQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6944281792486388764</id><published>2011-12-10T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:33:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Drei-Kopp' Shadchan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there's this shadchan who used to be big time into making shidduchim when I started dating, then eventually, other Shadchanim got more popular and this shadchan sorta faded into extinction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently she called me up to let me know she was 'back in action' and by doing so, was getting more updated with time and even set herself up online with email. She asked me to send her my updated info. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I havta admit, when she called me, I was totally unprepared and my past dealings with this shadchan had really made me lose patients with her, she's the type to drive you up a wall, or as I like to say a '&lt;i&gt;drei kopp'&lt;/i&gt; with minor stupidities, etc. and doesn't get the hint even if you have a huge light up billboard in her face. So Basically, she then started asking me all these technical questions, which after a few minutes, I realized to understand, she didn't know how to &lt;i&gt;use&lt;/i&gt; internet. I was beginning to get really frustrated and made some kinda excuse that I had to leave and promised to send my info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank goodness she found a tutor, or maybe someone checked her emails and she received my resume. But no, folks, this was not good enough for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She emailed/called/left messages that my resume was not up to par with her standards. Yes-you heard me. After years of being &lt;i&gt;in the system &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;on the market &lt;/i&gt;I had been told by numerous people/shadchanim/friends &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; to change my resume. Of course, there were those who thought it was really well-written and gave a totally clear picture as to who I was and my personality type. There were those who thought it was TMI (too much info) and asked me to keep it basic, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Shadchan took EACH &lt;i&gt;word&lt;/i&gt; I had written and nitpicked at it. She criticized each and every word I used-literally. I sat and listened to her patiently, but that only lasted for the first 10 minutes. Honestly-I was ready to tell her to just leave me alone and that she was incompetent and that for the past few years I had been sending the same resume (updating my age with each coming year) and NO ONE seemed to have issues with it and I was set up with decent guys, contrary to what she believed I would be set up with-based on my resume. But I remained polite and found some kinda measly excuse to hang up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so you think she would sorta get the hint, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nopes, not &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;Shadchan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again, she called me and informed me that the way I wrote it, again nit-picking the terms I used, was totally misleading and people would understand that I would need such-and-such type of guy which is clearly not what I was looking for, etc. &lt;i&gt;seriously?!&lt;/i&gt; Yes, she was serious! So, I told her in a very kind manner, that this is how I wrote it. She came out and asked me straight if she can change things on my resume. I just said-how I sent it, is how I'd like it to be sent further but anyone was free to do whatever they want with it-it's outta my hands whatever she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, peoples, I don't know what else can be done to salvage this situation, but to say that 'drei-kopps' will always remain 'drei-kopps' and I did my hishtadlus and tried to remain at ease and polite. After all, like she explained to me on the phone, &lt;i&gt;her job is to just GET ME MARRIED&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, she didn't say &lt;i&gt;happily&lt;/i&gt; married, or &lt;i&gt;satisfied&lt;/i&gt; with my bashert-just marry me off and get her $$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HHmmmppphhh! Why does shidduchim have to always be so frustrating! Can't this madness end?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6944281792486388764?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6944281792486388764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/drei-kopp-shadchan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6944281792486388764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6944281792486388764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/drei-kopp-shadchan.html' title='The &apos;Drei-Kopp&apos; Shadchan'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-826355376291954188</id><published>2011-12-06T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:20:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get in the Chanuka Spirit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KyKWUpSMegE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-826355376291954188?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/826355376291954188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/get-in-chanuka-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/826355376291954188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/826355376291954188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/get-in-chanuka-spirit.html' title='Get in the Chanuka Spirit!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KyKWUpSMegE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4801797083130223970</id><published>2011-12-03T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:46:23.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of Class/Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sorta need an opinion on the following. It has happened to me numerous times on dates and I always come home feeling like I don't know if I did the 'right' thing or not. I don't honestly believe there is a right or wrong to this situation, but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You go on a date and the guy takes you to a Starbucks. On the date, or in line at the coffee shop you discuss the different options, whose the coffee drinker, and of course, the all-important cholov yisroel or not question. The guy says he only drinks cholov yisroel and orders either a tea, or soy drink, or something which doesn't have an issue with the milk. The girl, aka, me, keeps cholov stam and can drink anything with regular milk, or OU-D or OK-D, so technically she can order a &lt;i&gt;whole lot more&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it not good manners to order something cholov stam, which the guy cannot order? Is it polite to ask if he minds if you order cholov stam? Should you just smile politely and order plain black coffee with a shot of (pareve) flavor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I usually just go with my cholov stam options, but that's cuz I'm such a coffee shop addict. But then I feel like I'm sitting there with my fancy frappe/moccacchino/latte and the guy is drinking this pathetic, dull, plain black coffee or worse-TEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you do and what do you feel is the polite/sensitive/well-mannered/proper way to handle this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4801797083130223970?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4801797083130223970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/question-of-classmanners.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4801797083130223970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4801797083130223970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/12/question-of-classmanners.html' title='Question of Class/Manners'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3834009066210799971</id><published>2011-11-30T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:08:47.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always ASK First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately I've been hit by the 'send your resume' trend. By this I don't imply people calling and just &lt;i&gt;asking&lt;/i&gt; me to send my resume....well, technically, I DO sorta mean that, but I guess the calls that have been coming in lately, and the traffic that I was causing in cyberspace by sending out all the emailed attachments, were such a nuisance that I decided to put an end to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I knew there was no way to actually STOP sending resumes, cuz &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; people still need my info, but there had to be SOME way I can sorta censor what I was sending, to whom, and if there was a good enough reason, other than '&lt;i&gt;well they requested you email your info'&lt;/i&gt;, especially when half the people either already &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; my information emailed/faxed/given to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here was my brilliant idea: &lt;b&gt;always ASK who they have in mind&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; sending out the info. Like, when I take down the email address where I will be sending the resume, I ask them the name of the guy in case he was suggested before, or we went out, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried this the last few times I got calls and 3 out of 4 of the people were suggesting boys who I had heard of/dated in the past and were not shayach. Hence, I save myself the time, energy, etc of sending out my resume, saving the people time of calling/emailing back and forth all for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told a friend of mine about my theory, and she put it to the test. Guess what? the guy she was asked to send her resume for was already suggested &lt;i&gt;more than once&lt;/i&gt; in the past and &lt;i&gt;also had her info&lt;/i&gt;. So she saved herself from aggravation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's my friendly advice=it can't hurt to ask first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3834009066210799971?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3834009066210799971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/always-ask-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3834009066210799971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3834009066210799971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/always-ask-first.html' title='Always ASK First!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3233335850208433959</id><published>2011-11-25T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:13:09.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viral Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2f8hCk2Cbtw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3233335850208433959?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3233335850208433959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/viral-proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3233335850208433959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3233335850208433959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/viral-proposal.html' title='Viral Proposal'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2f8hCk2Cbtw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7318697311302256916</id><published>2011-11-22T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:34:24.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There a Maximum Amount of Times to Get Redd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so here's what's been on my mind this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how many times can you get 'redd' to the same guy in your entire singlehood (term made up by yours truly)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know there are only 'so many' single guys out there, and it narrows down the list of single men when you get more specific to what 'type' of guy you want, and then there's background, religious level, working/learning, etc. so the pool of guys I get offered to are usually friends with each other-which works out GREAT in terms of getting info=I go out with one guy, he mentions a few friends, 2 of which I've heard of, and I get to sorta find out about them thru him=well, mostly NOT, cuz I usually don't ask about other single guys when I'm out with one, but ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So then there's the people who believe that if you heard of a guy a few times, it &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; mean something. Ya-been there &amp;amp; done that, more than once and trust me=the only thing it DID mean, was there was a real good reason all those other times never worked out=NOT FOR ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then recently, a few separate people mentioned the same guy, who was redd to me more than once a few years back and nothing came of it. Should I get annoyed? or just politely say thank you and decline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7318697311302256916?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7318697311302256916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-there-maximum-amount-of-times-to-get.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7318697311302256916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7318697311302256916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-there-maximum-amount-of-times-to-get.html' title='Is There a Maximum Amount of Times to Get Redd?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-668008110510522668</id><published>2011-11-15T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:12:46.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Shidduch Hits the Fan" - The Groggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="460" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ahLTcQCvL6I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-668008110510522668?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/668008110510522668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/shidduch-hits-fan-groggers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/668008110510522668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/668008110510522668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/shidduch-hits-fan-groggers.html' title='&quot;The Shidduch Hits the Fan&quot; - The Groggers'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ahLTcQCvL6I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7849292171745901177</id><published>2011-11-10T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:43:11.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The NASI Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, cuz I don't exactly have the exact facts &amp;amp; figures about this Nasi program, but I've definitely been hearing about the whole controversy since they last advertised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I stopped reading the Yated, Hamodia, Jewish Press, etc. not because of anything specific (I got into chicflicks!) so I heard about this from family and friends and I'm upset about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that however &lt;i&gt;nice &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;thoughtful &lt;/i&gt;it is that people are getting together and forming organizations to try and &lt;i&gt;help the singles&lt;/i&gt; get married, the fact that money is involved-and by money I mean that &lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;decide, dependent on the single's age, etc. how &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; one should pay, is disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst, I agree that everyone who works in the field of shidduchim works hard, whether the date continues on or doesn't even happen, and yes, they &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; get paid, personally, I think this whole money issue is sick. Here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a couple, nebech, has been married a while and wasn't yet Blessed with children and obviously, they did whatever they can, went around for Brachos, seen doctors, etc. and they go to one Frum organization willing to help these couples and the organization tells them '&lt;i&gt;well, we can TRY, there are no guarantees, but if your childless for 5+ years you gotta pay $1000, and if your childless for 7+ years, you gotta pay $1500, etc.&lt;/i&gt; doesn't that leave a bad taste in their mouth? The organization is totally taking advantage of someone else's pain, AND without any guarantees. All these people who so-call '&lt;i&gt;volunteer' &lt;/i&gt; for these things are not, in my eyes, volunteers, they are busy putting prices on our pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine a family with 3-4 kids on the market, all within 1-2 years age difference=they will pay so much money and for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from the fact that there is a Halachic obligation to pay Shadchanus, which I believe, most people pay and they pay whatever they feel is the correct amount or whatever they can afford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, basically, the fact that people who say they wanna help and put a price on my age (based on all the misery I've been through, all the comments I get from people at Chasunas, or wherever, all the horrible dates, all the Shadchan interviews, the long trips to NY or wherever the guy has been, etc. and the price gets higher the longer you've been in the system) I think it's just wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A human being cannot decide to &lt;i&gt;price&lt;/i&gt; a person based on age, never mind based on anything else. My husband to be is priceless, this experience is priceless and all the 'volunteers, shadchans, family, friends, shidduch-redders', they are just a Shliach of Hashem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7849292171745901177?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7849292171745901177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/nasi-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7849292171745901177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7849292171745901177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/nasi-project.html' title='The NASI Project'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1560116113904769940</id><published>2011-11-05T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:44:06.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate-Welcome to the Frum world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last few days the media has been focusing on the rumours that Kate Middleton is expecting. From the photos, to what she &lt;i&gt;didn't &lt;/i&gt;eat, to the videos to the psycho-analysts, this is what the world is busy with. After all, we all love her, but c'mon isn't everyone entitled to their privacy, &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; the Royals? I mean they kept her wedding dress tightly under wraps, as well as the honeymoon plans, can't the media just leave her/them, alone until the Royal couple decides to make an official statement when they are ready for the world to know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, Kate, welcome to our world. You turn 18 and suddenly you're thrust onto the market. If you look good, people give you &lt;i&gt;the look&lt;/i&gt; and start to wonder if you're dating/getting engaged that day. If you're hair/makeup/dress is different, you get eyes all over you, people speculating exactly &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; there is a change in/about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when finally, you get engaged and it's official and you have the beautiful wedding you've always dreamed of-it ain't over yet. From the sheva brachos until you put on maternity-people have their eye on you. The way you stand, where you put your hands, what you drink/eat, what you're wearing, if you've gained/lost weight. We all know what they're thinking, we all know what's on their minds, but c'mon people: &lt;i&gt;leave the newlyweds ALONE!&lt;/i&gt; Can't everyone enjoy some privacy? Trust me, when they're ready to tell you-they will. When there's news-you'll know. There's no need for discussions, looks, speculations and judgment in the interim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all know the order in the life-cycle and eventually everyone gets to whatever stage they need to in due time. When they're ready to share any personal information-it's &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; decision to share it. So no questions should be asked, no comments should be made, no looks should be given. Just do the adult thing and leave them be, until they're ready to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1560116113904769940?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1560116113904769940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/kate-welcome-to-frum-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1560116113904769940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1560116113904769940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/kate-welcome-to-frum-world.html' title='Kate-Welcome to the Frum world!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-16236948502687724</id><published>2011-11-03T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T14:37:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was pressured by a Shadchan to give an answer for a guy that she suggested to me, only 3 days earlier. I explained to her that I was &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; my best to give her an answer, however I couldn't get through to any of the references provided and the people whom I called, not on the resume, didn't seem to even &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; of the family, let alone the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She kept calling and explaining how I can't just leave things and let people wait around. But no matter how polite I was, in explaining that I wasn't leaving things and was doing my best to find out info, she just seemed to get more frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last we spoke, was 2 days after that when I called her to get some more specific details in order to see if there was anyone I can call who might know them from these details but she refused to provide them to me. Instead I listened for 20 minutes while she 'kindly' told me off and how AMAZING the guy was and how NO girl in her right mind even looks into him. His name is gold, basically, and when a girl gets a 'yes' from this guy, they just go out, like that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, finally, after failing to get any info and/or getting through to any references, I caved. I called her and told her that I would go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The response: well, because I called her back with an answer which was &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; immediate (aka a few hours later), the guy would only be available to go out with me in 2 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I ask.....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT IS THE RUSH?!?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-16236948502687724?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/16236948502687724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-rush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/16236948502687724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/16236948502687724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-rush.html' title='What&apos;s the Rush'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-8310764150916539712</id><published>2011-10-31T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:16:00.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, my singledoms, I'm quite frustrated (again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the deal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's me, the single out-of-town gal in Shidduchim, and there's my first cousin, who also shares the same last name, from the same town, who, even though is a few years my junior, is also in Shidduchim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, although we share the same last name, the same family background and similar genes, and we're looking for the same &lt;i&gt;type&lt;/i&gt; of guy, we're two very different girls! We don't look alike, we have different personalities, or what I like to refer to as 'me=the zany, she=the brainy' and we may share similar values, but again, are 2 separate beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's wherein the frustration lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because our last name is uncommon and we're both from a small out-of-town town, and we're both looking for a guy in the same category, we often get 'redd' the same guys. B"H I'm close with my cousin and we share our dating stories, etc. and this is how we found out that we either were redd to the same or dated the same boys. But lately, what is happening is that a guy gets suggested for me and then decides that because we're the same age, he's not interested, but then goes for my cousin, just because her age 'fits', so to speak. This happens because it goes through the same Shadchan. For example, 'Reuven Shimon' gets my profile, looks into me, the shadchan sings my praises but then he finds out that we're the same age, or really close in age and says no due to that fact alone. The Shadchan then says, he's such a great guy, and she has a cousin looking for the same type, but she's younger, maybe he'll go for the cousin, and then that's how the story goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, ya, I'm frustrated because we are constantly being put together as the same person only with 2 different ages. my cousin is getting frustrated as she's only getting suggested to these boys because they think she's a younger version of me=she's getting my &lt;i&gt;sloppy seconds&lt;/i&gt;, so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, how do you think we can stop this from happening? Like I can't help what happens without my knowledge and what shadchans and/or other people say/suggest/email, but I guess as long as we have the same last name, the same hometown and same specs on the &lt;i&gt;type&lt;/i&gt; of guy, it'll just keep happening, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-8310764150916539712?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8310764150916539712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/sloppy-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8310764150916539712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8310764150916539712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/sloppy-seconds.html' title='Sloppy Seconds'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6611153318464545150</id><published>2011-10-30T01:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:48:31.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL Shidduch questions to ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chazal tell us that Noach used a “secret weapon” with which he was able to rebuild the world anew after the destruction of the flood: "vbch sxj okug"/ R’ Mordechai Gifter ZT”L explains that the fact that Noach was locked inside a floating ark for 120 days with nothing to do but chessed - kindness for his family, kindness for the animals - was for the sole purpose of entrenching the ideal of chessed into his very fiber so that when it would be time to come out and start all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again, he would do so with the attribute of kindness. This was - and continues to be - the only way the world can exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     It is told that one day a Yid from Yerushalayim traveled to Bnei Brak to ask the Rosh Yeshivah of Ponevezh, R’ Shmuel Rozovsky ZT”L, about a boy in the  yeshivah for his daughter who had reached marriageable age. He arrived at the yeshivah and entered the Rosh Yeshivah’s home during the break between learning sessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    R’ Shmuel greeted him cordially and asked why he had come. He explained to the Rosh Yeshivah that he was inquiring about a particular boy and R’ Shmuel told him to ask what was on his mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The man wanted to know, first and foremost, how many hours a day did the bochur learn? Was he punctual in arriving to Seder and did he spend his time diligently? Does he come to davening on time and does he actively participate in the Shiur? Does he ask relevant questions and does he understand the answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       R’ Shmuel knew the boy well and was able to answer each and every question satisfactorily. After receiving a favorable report in regard to his questions, the man thanked R’ Shmuel for his time and began to get up to leave. At this point, R’ Shmuel in his gentle and noble manner, turned to the father and said, “Until now, you’ve asked me a number of questions. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?” Of course, the man agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     R’ Shmuel looked at the man and said, “It seems to me that you are inquiring about the boy for your daughter and you seem happy with the report I gave you. You obviously think that all your daughter needs to know is whether he comes on time and if he is a lamdan, a boy who is studious and well-versed in the intricacies of the Talmud.” The man nodded his head in agreement. “Did it ever occur to you,” asked R’ Shmuel, “do you think it is entirely possible that your daughter would like to know if this boy is a mentsch? If he is a Baal Chessed?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     R’ Shmuel continued. “It would seem fitting that you should ask me: How often does he brush his teeth? Is he pleasant to sit next to? How does he behave in the company of others? Does he arrive first to the dining room and take the biggest portion, or does he linger after mincha for a few minutes to learn with his study partner and eat whatever portion is left?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The man began to answer but R’ Shmuel just continued speaking. “I’m sure your daughter would be curious to know what does he do when the pitcher is empty on the table; does he wait for someone else to fill it up or does he run to fill it up himself? Does he ever go into the kitchen to thank the staff for preparing the food? Does he eat the food even if he doesn’t like it and thanks them graciously for preparing it or does he just go to the nearby kiosk to buy something he likes?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    “You came to the conclusion that he is a masmid; did you ask what he does when he finishes learning late at night and his roommates are sleeping? Does he take off his shoes and tiptoe in so as not to wake them or does he walk in noisily? Does he make his bed and keep his things neat? Does he think about others and want to do chessed for them or does he just think about himself?” R’ Shmuel concluded, “I think that you need to check these things out. If he is spoiled and he arrives home in the afternoon and does not like the food your daughter will work hard to prepare, will his face crumple in obvious dissatisfaction? Will your daughter then be happy that her father checked the boy out with the Rosh Yeshivah who told him that he knows every Ketzos and Rabbi Akiva Eiger? Will you daughter say, it’s true that he has no manners and no social skills but I respect him anyway because he knows the sugya of the bees and the mustard in Bava Basra?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    The man hung his head in shame - but he got the message. This is was R’ Shmuel’s approach to finding the proper shidduch for a bas yisroel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken from Torah Tavlin Parshas Noach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6611153318464545150?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6611153318464545150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-shidduch-questions-to-ask.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6611153318464545150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6611153318464545150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/real-shidduch-questions-to-ask.html' title='The REAL Shidduch questions to ask'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1570414165213364344</id><published>2011-10-26T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:43:52.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys-I need your help here. I need to sorta understand how men work when it comes to being frum in regards to certain things and being lax in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I consider myself a Bais Yaakov-outta town girl. I'm relaxed, fun, worldly, have internet, watch tv, listen to radio, but I go to shiurim, I go to Shul, I daven, I dress tzniusdik and I am Shomer Negiah and don't hang out with guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst I have friends who are all of the above, none of the above, or only some of the above, that's the beauty of being different, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, I have dated guys from all different walks of life, different personalities, different backgrounds and levels of frumkeit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's what I don't get. How do you decide which of the following to be makpid on, i.e. only eating cholov yisroel, not watching movies, not listening to kol isha, etc. whilst being lax on others, i.e. going to a sports bar, listening to the radio, wearing jeans, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And can you mix the two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not judging here, cuz I have nothing specific, I'm just trying to understand how it works. Like if I go out with a guy who only wears white shirts and black pants, is from a very yeshivish family, doesn't watch movies, listen to music, comes from a small community, and then he tells me that he watches American Idol, is that considered normal or 'black sheep'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1570414165213364344?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1570414165213364344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-does-it-work.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1570414165213364344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1570414165213364344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-does-it-work.html' title='How does it Work?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7631972957407715095</id><published>2011-10-24T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:25:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE playing 'The Game'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I called yet another NEW Shadchan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;y'know those people you randomly meet, or the nice neighbors whose daughter of 18 1/2 years just got engaged, so now they feel they can share their segulah secrets, and give you the name of all Shadchanim they dealt with, etc. Ya, so basically, we got some more numbers and made some more introductions, well, y'all know the drill....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all the calls and emails and texts, one of the Shadchanim actually got in touch and agreed to meet me. So, there I was yapping away, telling the Shadchan about all my horror date stories and making fun of the real bad ones and it was totally cool. I was actually beginning to like the Shadchan when the topic of sending photos came into play. I explained how I felt, honestly, and how I understood that photos are great-you can save yourself alot of time, effort and traveling sometimes just by viewing one, but at the same time, it should be a give &amp;amp; take thing=boy wants photo, he should send one as well, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;side note-I've done this in the past and it has worked well. I don't mean it worked well as in I got tons of pix of hot guys, but I mean that both sides were mature about it, cooperated, sent pix, were honest about whether after viewing the pix they wanted to go ahead and case closed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that was my downfall cuz then the Shadchan went on a whole rant about having to play the 'Shidduch Game'. No offense my single friends, but I HATE to play any &lt;i&gt;type&lt;/i&gt; of Shidduch game. Ya, I LOVE to play-sports, dance dance, farmville, scrabble, anything fun and exciting, but when it comes to real people and people's lives and emotions=there are no fun &amp;amp; games involved in such things. I explained that I'm an honest person and as much as I love crazy things and acting all nutso sometimes, I can't fake anything, nor can I play along with any games, just so that a guy would be willing to go out with me-it's just soo not my thing! I don't like to deceive people, &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; when it comes to Shidduchim and I don't like being deceived either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, turns out that convo didn't go that smoothly, but I just hate to think how many people are just &lt;i&gt;playing the game&lt;/i&gt; just to be in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;scarrrrrrry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7631972957407715095?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7631972957407715095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-playing-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7631972957407715095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7631972957407715095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-playing-game.html' title='I HATE playing &apos;The Game&apos;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1194878835610660324</id><published>2011-10-18T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:50:08.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME HOME GILAD SHALIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst I had so much time to think over yom tov (in between the davening and all those meals) and had many great ideas for posts, it's been B"H so hectic that I haven't had time to publish them....yet. So until I get there, how can I &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; post a huge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WELCOME HOME GILAD SHALIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watching the video clips made me cry, as I'm sure was the same reaction for most. But B"H he's home and what a Simchas Torah they will have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May we all merit that are long awaited zivugim finally come HOME to us and we can all celebrate our Simchas Toras together with our true other halfs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1194878835610660324?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1194878835610660324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-home-gilad-shalit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1194878835610660324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1194878835610660324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-home-gilad-shalit.html' title='WELCOME HOME GILAD SHALIT!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-181453969793770771</id><published>2011-10-10T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:32:48.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I received this email and believe it's a great thought to start off the new year with=being greatful for all those Gifts Hashem gives to us!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    God's Boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I have in my hands two boxes,&lt;br /&gt;       Which God gave me to hold.&lt;br /&gt;       He said, 'Put all your sorrows in the black box,&lt;br /&gt;       And all your joys in the gold.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,&lt;br /&gt;       Both my joys and sorrows I stored,&lt;br /&gt;       But though the gold became heavier each day,&lt;br /&gt;       The black was as light as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       With curiosity, I opened the black,&lt;br /&gt;       I wanted to find out why,&lt;br /&gt;       And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,&lt;br /&gt;       Which my sorrows had fallen out by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I showed the hole to God, and mused,&lt;br /&gt;       'I wonder where my sorrows could be!'&lt;br /&gt;       He smiled a gentle smile and said,&lt;br /&gt;       'My child, they're all here with me..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,&lt;br /&gt;       Why the gold and the black with the hole?&lt;br /&gt;       'My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;       The black is for you to let go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We should consider all of our friends a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;       Send this to a friend today just to let them know you&lt;br /&gt;       are thinking of them and that they are a joy in your life.&lt;br /&gt;       A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.&lt;br /&gt;       It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.&lt;br /&gt;       But the treasure inside for you to see,&lt;br /&gt;       Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-181453969793770771?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/181453969793770771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-boxes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/181453969793770771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/181453969793770771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-boxes.html' title='2 Boxes'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-9125859040662138082</id><published>2011-10-03T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:30:47.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Answer is still an Answer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may have mentioned this before, so don't kill me if I somehow am repeating myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the deal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been 'redd' a few guys in the last couple of weeks and was asked, as well, to email my Shidduch resume, to which I quickly sent the info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Days passed, weeks passed, and nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, we called the people who 'redd' the shidduch, &lt;i&gt;even though I KNOW that when you don't get an answer=the answer is NO&lt;/i&gt;, but sometimes people are just forgetful and not always on top of things and they need to be &lt;i&gt;nudged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I did my share of nudging. I HATE nudging, but we called, and we emailed and we left messages but NADA! Literally not a returned call, or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventually, my mom ended up getting through to one of the people who never got back to us. Turns out, weeks later, the person who redd the shidduch gave some kinda indirect, sketchy response about the boy who he suggested just starting school and won't have time to date, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, ladies &amp;amp; gents-do I care what the excuse is? No! In all of honesty, every excuse is just that=an excuse. Like the guy didn't know a few weeks prior that he signed up for school, or that he'd be too busy to date? If that was the case, why did he even request my info? He should've just told the shadchan, &lt;i&gt;'sorry dude, I'm starting courses and will not be available for dating for the next few weeks until the semester is over'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I don't care about what excuse the person uses. The only thing I request of Shadchanim and people 'redd'ing (me) shidduchim is JUST TO GET BACK TO US SINGLES WHO ARE IN LIMBO once something is redd. Don't be embarrassed, ashamed, etc. if the other party says no and for whatever reason, but just PLEASE get back to them and let them know they can move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As far as I'm concerned, no one like hanging around waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-9125859040662138082?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9125859040662138082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/any-answer-is-still-answer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9125859040662138082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9125859040662138082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/10/any-answer-is-still-answer.html' title='Any Answer is still an Answer!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6294001307085397531</id><published>2011-09-26T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:57:13.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maccabeats-Book of Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DRaQSbuTiBg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6294001307085397531?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6294001307085397531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/maccabeats-book-of-good-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6294001307085397531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6294001307085397531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/maccabeats-book-of-good-life.html' title='Maccabeats-Book of Good Life'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DRaQSbuTiBg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7602743653574196477</id><published>2011-09-26T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:30:58.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Thinking of You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justgivemestamps.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83548bc0253ef010536d49eda970b-800wi" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 275px;" src="http://justgivemestamps.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83548bc0253ef010536d49eda970b-800wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well folks, it's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; time of the year again....the phonecalls, the good wishes, the 'back-rubbers' who come up to you in Shul to wish you a 'gut g'bentched yahr' with that slightly hidden wink and the mention of this year being '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' year and full of Simchas, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sorta cringe at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a) becuz it reminds me that another year has passed, and I'm &lt;i&gt;STILL&lt;/i&gt; here, single and looking, just a year older than last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b) the back rubbers-seriously, THINK the wishes, no need to rub my back whilst doing so. especially since we have NOTHING to do with each other-other than ur hand rubbing the small of my back whilst you have that pitiful look on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c) the wishes-I mean, what am I supposed to say? It's the same Bracha and wishes, I usually just avoid eye-contact and nod, silently thinking AMEN and please AMEN so I don't have to go through this (again) next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; year, my single friends, I thought of a plan. It all came about when a long-lost friend called me to wish me a gut g'bentched yahr and all that, and she said '&lt;i&gt;I just want to let you know that although we don't speak often; you're ALWAYS on mind mind'&lt;/i&gt;. This got me thinking. I'm gonna manufacture headbands for people to wear and on it, it BIG &lt;b&gt;BOLD&lt;/b&gt; letters, it will state 'YOU'RE ON MY MIND'&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There, I said it. I have created what most of us singles will look at the best gift ever! That way all the well-wishers can walk around wearing these 'fashionable' headbands (customized color, fonts, bedazelled, etc.) and NOT have to say anything-we already KNOW we're on their mind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7602743653574196477?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7602743653574196477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7602743653574196477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7602743653574196477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-thinking-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m Thinking of You..'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5156305965126107859</id><published>2011-09-21T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:38:02.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The FEW Good Men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, so just as I was getting annoyed with all the pre-date conditions I was receiving from the guys who I was being suggested to, I got what my good friend, Ruchie calls a 'Hug from Hashem'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A European boy was suggested to me....like a good few months ago.....and suddenly in midst of my pre-depressed state over all these pre-conditions from the pre-madonna'd guys, this European guy gets brought into the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, big deal right? I won't hear about it for another few months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But......and BIG BUT inserted here-&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This European guy is now my MASCOT for what all single guys on dates should be like. He should go on a worldtour speaking to men and &lt;i&gt;changing &lt;/i&gt;their 'Shidduch mentality'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, this guy gave all the perfect (perfect in MY world) answers when asked questions. I guess he's just not that in touch with the Shidduch world, or just that it's European mentality, or just that he's a GREAT catch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His #1 question was NOT for a photo, not for a resume, not to email his shadchan/sister/mother/agent, not how I look, not my skirt size, my weight, or if my family has money, but......and wait for this.....drumroll please.....he asked if I have good MIDDOS. WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the information that was relayed to me by the shadchan about how this boy acted and reacted was just soooo refreshing! so pleasant, so naive in a way, but worldly in another. Not a stuck up, snot-nose, full-of-himself guy who can request a girl for breakfast, lunch and supperm, but a selfless, mentchlech guy who actually cares. Old-fashioned mentality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's a shout out to the FEW good guys out there! Thanks for giving me hope, for giving me chizuk and mostly for letting me know that there really ARE some AWESOME single boys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5156305965126107859?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5156305965126107859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-good-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5156305965126107859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5156305965126107859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-good-men.html' title='The FEW Good Men...'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-72476104139649169</id><published>2011-09-21T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:11:55.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Boys Shidduch Process</title><content type='html'>Heads up single American guys-u ain't gonna appreciate me stereotyping u in this post.&lt;div&gt;But hey, what can I say? I'm basing this on my experience with American boys and DISCLAIMER: not &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; American frum single guys are like this, but the &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the ones I know or dated have been, so I'm basing this solely on &lt;i&gt;my personal experiences&lt;/i&gt; with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the situation: single out of town gals, such as myself, often get 'redd' to boys, most of whom are American, a handful of Canadians and for those lucky-some Europeans. I've been fortunate enough to call myself an International Dater. My experiences with all these boys from all around the globe has been wonderful, in that I got to know the different mentalities, upbringing, etc. all of which are not strictly due to their residences, but families/communities as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, if I would have to sum up the 'shidduch procedure' for the typical American, here's how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadchan calls/emails/faxes asking for girl's resume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls sends resume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadchan calls, asks girl to edit resume, taking out things she believes boy would NOT appreciate and adding things that he might. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl edits and sends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadchan calls informing girl that guy requests photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl is hesitant and explains that she hasn't done this before, or only sent it once she checked into the boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadchan speaks to boy, informs girl that THIS boy ALWAYS gets full resumes of loads of girls, along with 2 photos; one full length-one up close and without one, there is nothing to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl finally gives in, sends in 2 photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl waits 1 week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl waits another week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by week 2.5, girl builds up courage and calls shadchan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadchan said she sent boy resume as well as photos and he said based on photos she's not what he's 'looking for'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy &amp;amp; girl continue in Shidduch world....so does shadchan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to my next post-a more positive post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-72476104139649169?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/72476104139649169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/american-boys-shidduch-process.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/72476104139649169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/72476104139649169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/american-boys-shidduch-process.html' title='American Boys Shidduch Process'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2069558340718228675</id><published>2011-09-14T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:32:23.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shana Tova!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="520" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FlcxEDy-lr0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2069558340718228675?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2069558340718228675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/shana-tova.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2069558340718228675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2069558340718228675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/shana-tova.html' title='Shana Tova!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FlcxEDy-lr0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-8345179226674070919</id><published>2011-09-13T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:38:47.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know that &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; has baggage, but I'm looking for a guy with carry-on only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freeclipartnow.com/d/40433-1/baggage-check-in-inv.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 350px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-8345179226674070919?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8345179226674070919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/baggage.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8345179226674070919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8345179226674070919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-371010186674327652</id><published>2011-09-10T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:50:14.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Partner Together a Pair of Pants &amp; a Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week's Parsha includes the mitzvah of not to harness together an ox and a donkey. The underlying idea behind this mitzvah is a very beautiful concept. One should not harness together two animals from different species since they will not work at the same rate and will only frustrate each other. How sensitive the Torah is to animals; how much more so must we be to people! In fact, the Sefer HaChinuch extends the sensitivity of this mitzvah to human beings and says there is a mitzvah not to set-up two individuals who are incompatible, in any type of relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     In our generation, it is true that we are experiencing a “shidduch crisis” and it is a tremendous mitzvah to arrange shidduchim between boys and girls. However, one should never simply throw together a “pair of pants and a skirt” in a self-righteous attempt to make a shidduch. This is extremely frustrating and upsetting to the prospective mates. One must realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that creating a match is a wonderful and exciting endeavor, but it is also an awesome responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    The Steipler Gaon ZT”L (quoted in uars, ubfak) says that there are three things that one should look for in a shidduch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Yiras Shamayim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Middos Tovos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) "MatIm"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the boy and girl should be “compatible” - with the same goals, attitudes and hashkafos on life. Family backgrounds and personality types should be taken into account as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     Everyone (including YOU) should be trying to help those who are not yet married, to find their rightful zivug. But it is important to remember: PLEASE don’t match up two totally different types - “species” - (after all, as the saying goes, “Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus.”) - for by doing so, you may very well be transgressing a mitzvah in the Torah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;taken from Torah Tavlin-Parshas Ki Teitzei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-371010186674327652?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/371010186674327652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-partner-together-pair-of-pants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/371010186674327652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/371010186674327652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-partner-together-pair-of-pants.html' title='Don&apos;t Partner Together a Pair of Pants &amp; a Skirt'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3810654257636071638</id><published>2011-09-09T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:11:29.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Male or Female?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="0"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;     &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="0"&gt;      &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;Male or Female? &lt;span style="color:navy"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt; You       might not have known this, but a lot of non-living objects are actually       either male or female.  Here are some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" style="padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;TIRES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tires are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; "&gt;FREEZER BAGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; "&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; "&gt;They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOT AIR BALLOONS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Also a male object, because to get them to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under their butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;SPONGES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;WEB PAGES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Female, because they're constantly being looked at and frequently getting hit on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;TRAINS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Definitely male, because they always use the same old lines for picking up people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;EGG TIMERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10.0pt;color:navy;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;HAMMERS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.5pt;mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REMOTE CONTROL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background:white"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3810654257636071638?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3810654257636071638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/male-or-female.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3810654257636071638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3810654257636071638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/male-or-female.html' title='Male or Female?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-295427540366086422</id><published>2011-09-07T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:48:31.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Verification of Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how relevant is this to my previous post?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of these online Shidduch sites has found me a potential match. When I click to open it, there is a new little flashy symbol that states that age verification. Naturally, I click on it. OK folks, I'm like a &lt;i&gt;very curious&lt;/i&gt; person. So I like searching things and verifying stuff for myself, but being that this was new and I wasn't really buying it, I click onto it and it tells me that the guy who is my potential match had his age verified through various public records, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I guess there has been alot of mishaps with regards to people's personal info. Wonder if they can verify the photos as well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-295427540366086422?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/295427540366086422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/online-verification-of-facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/295427540366086422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/295427540366086422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/online-verification-of-facts.html' title='Online Verification of Facts'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1774724744160063414</id><published>2011-09-07T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:06:33.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Who You Are.....on Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last week I got a call from a Shadchan. She asked me to send her my resume, for the umptheeth time. So I just go to my sent items (from months back) and click 'forward' (once again) and there she has it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I get a follow up call...Wait?! A follow up call?! who even DOES that these days? AND, it's waaaayy too soon for a 'yes' or 'no' answer from the guy, after all, it has only be a few days since it was sent, so, here I'm thinking, WHY am I getting this 'follow up' call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Turns out she wants me to change something on my resume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, peoples, here's the way I work: I have my resume, I send it, and once it's in my sent items, and in the inbox of the receiver-they can do whatever they want with it-assuming they ain't forwarding it to their entire email list, and/or posting it in Times Square or somethin. So I give them permission to cut, copy, and paste whatever they wanna show or not show and voila, as the French say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Shadchan, however, informed me that she was worried the boy wouldn't agree to date me as we are the same age. When I was younger, heck ya, it mattered to me if a guy was younger than me, as like I was 21-22, so a male younger than that is what I consider 'real immature', but in my current age, it hasn't really bothered me, but I get that a guy would be 'bothered' by it. Anyway, the Shadchan was worried and asked me to remove my age from the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Logically, I always ask age, so whether its on the paper or not, I would still ask, but the Shadchan said the boy can find out on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, my fellow singles, you are the senders &amp;amp; receivers of such resumes....what would &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1774724744160063414?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1774724744160063414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/changing-who-you-areon-paper.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1774724744160063414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1774724744160063414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/changing-who-you-areon-paper.html' title='Changing Who You Are.....on Paper'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2037349789371484124</id><published>2011-09-02T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:07:29.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Simcha-Light Up the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DdJ8p1oEUbM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2037349789371484124?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2037349789371484124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/camp-simcha-light-up-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2037349789371484124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2037349789371484124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/09/camp-simcha-light-up-night.html' title='Camp Simcha-Light Up the Night'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DdJ8p1oEUbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7787798096563730738</id><published>2011-08-26T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:06:43.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we even BOTHER ticking off the boxes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, is it only me who has these issues? I sent the resumes, I re-edit the resumes when Shadchanim tell me to remove/add certain stuff. I send my photos, crop the photos, upclose, full length, zip the files, and even go on the online websites when asked to. I spend hours signing up on those sites, filling out forms, ticking off boxes, all to 'help' me and to enable the chosen matchmakers online to better understand more about me and what type of guy I'm looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THEN, I receive matches that are TOTALLY &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; shayach, like at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I check off that I'm looking for someone between 22-28, who is single, modern-orthodox, working and outgoing, I get a match for a guy who is like 33, divorced with 3 kids, sefardi/lubavitch, who is learning in yeshiva and is a quiet-more to himself type personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit, it is definitely quite frustrating when spending so much time, trying to help people just 'get' me and to help them understand what type I'm looking for, but I feel that after all the MISmatches I'm being sent and being 'redd' to, why even bother? It is a waste of time and energy, it's as if these people are obligated to set up 1 girl/guy on the site per week and they just log in, click 'match' and BAM=they did their duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, peoples, am I the only single who is experiencing this issue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7787798096563730738?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7787798096563730738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-do-we-even-bother-ticking-off-boxes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7787798096563730738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7787798096563730738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-do-we-even-bother-ticking-off-boxes.html' title='Why do we even BOTHER ticking off the boxes?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3659035042772471167</id><published>2011-08-23T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:08:49.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Disconnection allowing yourself to CONNECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2w31Xsq0uxA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3659035042772471167?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3659035042772471167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally-disconnection-allowing-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3659035042772471167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3659035042772471167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/finally-disconnection-allowing-yourself.html' title='Finally! Disconnection allowing yourself to CONNECT'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2w31Xsq0uxA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2062713415403998093</id><published>2011-08-21T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:04:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“Hashem doesn’t have a Blackberry or an iPhone, but He is my favorite contact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn’t have Facebook, but He is my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn’t have Twitter, but I follow Him nevertheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn’t have internet, but I am connected to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though He has a massive communication system, His customer service never puts me on hold!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2062713415403998093?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2062713415403998093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/hashem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2062713415403998093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2062713415403998093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/hashem.html' title='Hashem'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7493244559212140006</id><published>2011-08-20T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:42:58.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu B'Av</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it's a tad too late for this, but being that I forgot to post it 'bo bayom', I still wanted to put it out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So y'all know about Tu B'Av. It's like THE DAY for Shidduchim. The day that in the past, all the girls went out with their pretty (borrowed) dresses and danced in the vineyards, and the young single men would go out and look for themselves a wife. Being that they all borrowed dresses, the men were told not to look at the beauty but of the families wherein the women came from, as the true beauty of a woman is on the inside, her essence, her core, her Yiras Hashem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a celebrated day as 2 bans were lifted from the Jews on this day in the past: they were allowed to remarry the sons of Binyamin and (2) that girls whose father died were allowed to marry &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; of their Shevet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, it is what I call a '&lt;i&gt;Segulah Day&lt;/i&gt;' or in more simple terms: 'A day to remind us we're all single and need to find our zivug'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, as in the past, we received more than a few phonecalls where people told us a few segulos, offered to say Tehillim on my behalf or had an idea in mind and they just figured because Tu B'Av was now, maybe they should 'redd' it on that day, etc. I rolled my eyes at each call thinkin, here we go again, but at the same time, reminding myself that as annoying as this may be, these people are just honestly trying to help. In truth, I &lt;i&gt;am (still) single&lt;/i&gt;, that's my matzav at the moment and I should be doing my utmost to find my future mate, but as a Frum girl I'm sorta limited in the sense that I'm not gonna put on my leather mini skirt and hang out in the bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darn, why can't we all just borrow each others clothes and have a flashmob of frum single girls dancing to the same song and let the guys watch and choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7493244559212140006?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7493244559212140006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-bav.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7493244559212140006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7493244559212140006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/tu-bav.html' title='Tu B&apos;Av'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7985670660861323925</id><published>2011-08-10T23:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:55:57.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer for Singles?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the start of summer I've heard many 'single' comments, mostly directed at me, such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Isn't it easier to get a date in the summer? it's quieter then'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'you should go on vacation, maybe you'll meet a nice guy-who knows?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'He's burnt out, he's taking the summer off'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'You shouldn't go on vacation, you should be dating-your first priority should be to get married. THEN, once that's taken care of, only THEN can you go on vacation (with your hubby)'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In any case, I can go on and on and on, as have some of the people who were quote above, but seriously peoples, my fellow singles, is this nuts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you find that you get more or less dates in the summer than during the year? I don't know about most of you, but I have a typical office job, where we were ALL year round, no summers off. I'm always ready to date, even if a guy comes in and it's crazy hectic at work and at home, I make time in my schedule to date him and I expect anyone to do the same for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, what's this about burnt out? We're all burnt out and we all need vacas, but from the looks of it (after seeing many friends marry), you only get to go on vaca-at your HONEYMOON. Until then, guys &amp;amp; gals, it's like Shidduch Boot Camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And why can't we enjoy single life? This is the time to enjoy, no responsibilities (to a spouse, children, etc), care-free, relax, party on. I'm all for vaca, anytime you can take it-grab the opportunity, who knows when you'll have the chance to chill with friends again. You don't wanna regret that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, do you think Summer is for Singles or would you say Summer is for Shidduchim (only!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7985670660861323925?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7985670660861323925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-for-singles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7985670660861323925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7985670660861323925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-for-singles.html' title='Summer for Singles?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4052915496671598131</id><published>2011-08-04T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:18:49.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not 'Revisit'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe it's August already and I feel like I NEED A VACATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;y'know how shadchanim are always telling you (or is it just me that they tell?) how boys are 'burnt out' and are 'taking a break' from shidduchim, etc. How come girls can't ever take breaks? I tried it once and I get why it's &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a good idea (look at it from a diff. point of view and you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; see why) but everyone needs a breather....which is why I'm spending my evenings looking up vacation spots-as the minute tisha b'av is out, I'm outta here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But....in the meantime, the sad reality is that currently my status is still 'single', dry-as-a-fly, minus the 'plus one' in attendance, 1/2 of a whole, pathetic soul, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which means, I gotta keep smiling at people, answering the same questions (&lt;i&gt;are you picky or what?)&lt;/i&gt; and looking all prim and proper. and even so, I still get the calls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi SOS, my name is Mrs. ___, I'm a Shadchan from this Shidduch group. Anyway, your name was mentioned and it seems like 4 out of the 5 people in the group either heard about you, or set you up. Which is how I came to calling you. Apparently _____ was 'redd' to you before and you went out. We know because when Mrs. ___ mentioned his name for you, she immediately emailed the boy who emailed back that you dated years back but YOU said no. So perhaps, since he sounded interested and you're BOTH STILL SINGLE, you may want to REVISIT this boy? Y'know I know atleast THREE couples that are married now that dated once and called it off the first time because it wasn't for them but then years later it came back and they both went out and are happily married. YOU NEVER KNOW (heavy NY accent), it may just be Bashert and you're both sooo similar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya, I feel like getting the 'recycled' guys and then getting pushed into saying yes because honestly, I can't remember why I said no at the time, is just making me more upset. It looks to me like these people are saying '&lt;i&gt;hey girl, everyone out there your age is married already, so either marry someone who is divorced, widowed or recycle the ones you dated in the first place. By now, one of those should be up to your likings'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;humph...while everyone is telling me to 'revisit' my old options and look through my books, the only place I'm thinkin of revisiting right now is DisneyWorld!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone wanna join? (perhaps there'll be some fun frum guys there and it may just be the place I needed to revisit in order to find my bashert)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4052915496671598131?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4052915496671598131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-not-revisit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4052915496671598131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4052915496671598131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-not-revisit.html' title='Why not &apos;Revisit&apos;?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2056935997670747460</id><published>2011-07-31T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:14:29.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The What's 'UnderThere' Underwear Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately, my friends have all caught on to my lingerie fetish. OK, so I'm a bit obsessed. OK, there's no way I will walk into a Victoria Secret without walking out empty handed. Yes, I love PJs and all that goes with it. But hey, everyone has their fetish and as long as I'm wearing whatever it is 'under there' then its all tznius and it's a win-win situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst speaking to a newly married friend and telling her about my new buy, she said to me &lt;i&gt;'SOS-you better buy stuff now, cuz after you get married, you ain't gonna have the time to even think about buying such stuff&lt;/i&gt;.' I gotta admit-that sorta scared me. I mean, when it comes to something that you like, something that makes you happy, or what I like to call 'retail therapy' how can you be sooo busy, that you won't have time to shop for something as basic and necessary as underwear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the same time, another one of my friends had mentioned that she wears really racy stuff. I must admit, I was shocked, I mean coming from her, but if that's how far she'll go in terms of being racy, then so be it. After all, no one will ever know (except her cleaning woman who does her laundry and her hubby-to-be).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I don't get is the people who tell you that you shouldn't be into all this stuff. Instead, you should be going to your local Wal-Mart or something of the sort and buying Fruit of the Loom tighty whities. I just don't get it people. Everyone has their own style, be it hair, accessories, clothing, makeup, or just a 'look', so what's wrong with a lingerie style? It's not as if we're advertising it? It's not as if it shows or anyone can see it? Why would it bother people? If anything shouldn't we be comfortable and feel even a bit proud/confident with our so-called 'boldness' in personal taste of lingerie fashion? Shouldn't that be a step towards the 'we're ready to get married, so we can get more awesome lingerie for our hubbies to appreciate as well', or is that not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(although I havta admit, there should be Halachos against the really racy stuff-anyone say lacy red thongs?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from that, I also have it on good authority that those of Sefardi origins have bridal showers where their future mom-in-laws actually buy them an entire trousseau of expensive lingerie. How much more embarrassing is that? A single gal, in a room with all her friends, her mom's friends, cousins, relatives, etc. accepting something as personal as lingerie from her hubby-to-be's mom?! Now if &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is not traumatizing, what is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The way I see it is-if they can't see it, so be it. Buy it, wear it, be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2056935997670747460?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2056935997670747460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-underthere-underwear-debate.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2056935997670747460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2056935997670747460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-underthere-underwear-debate.html' title='The What&apos;s &apos;UnderThere&apos; Underwear Debate'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6090226956709385811</id><published>2011-07-27T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:22:23.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If a Girl Says "No"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why this suddenly just hit me now, but why is it that when a guy is offered a girl and he says no, then its fine. The guy is allowed to say no, it's not for him. No one will ask why or persuade him to say yes or atleast to consider the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a girl says 'no' than she gets heck from people. After all, by the time the shidduch got redd to her, the guy actually said 'yes' which means 'how dare she say no?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6090226956709385811?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6090226956709385811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-girl-says-no.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6090226956709385811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6090226956709385811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-girl-says-no.html' title='If a Girl Says &quot;No&quot;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2048992122432153647</id><published>2011-07-25T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:56:33.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadchan Conversation Starters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don'tcha just luv it when a Shadchan calls you up and opens the convo with the following line:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have a guy for you. I really don't know him (that well) but I heard he's a great guy and I think it can really work"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, us singles, looove hearing that. I'm sure to most of you, that's a normal conversation starter and personally, it irks me, because in all of honesty '&lt;i&gt;ya never know&lt;/i&gt;' always lurks in the back of my mind, but '&lt;i&gt;C'mon! get real&lt;/i&gt;!' is what I'm thinking as I roll my eyes and listen to the Shadchan's list of qualities, schools and references..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I had a call from a woman. She's not a Shadchan, not a teacher, neighbor or relative. In fact, I don't even know her, which is how I was suspicious of her call in the first place. She claimed to have heard about me (and my 'singleness') and said she had a boy. She told me she didn't know him or his family well, but she would find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there was a long silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A long &lt;i&gt;awkward&lt;/i&gt; silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she asked if I had any questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kid you not, folks, I had to hold back my laughter and told her I had no questions at all (aside from 'how did she get my number?') as all she said was she has a guy whom she doesn't know and SHE was the one calling ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she asked me one question about myself, just ONE small bit of non-important info and asked me what she had to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I, the 'single' gave this woman, the so-called 'shadchan' advice on how to go about redding a shidduch. Point #1 being, '&lt;i&gt;actually try and KNOW both sides, or atleast ONE side&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In any case, I have yet to hear back from her. I doubt I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But seriously people, you're calling us singles to try and sell an idea, a potential husband-atleast TRY and start the conversation with something more exciting, enticing, believable, a great opening line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2048992122432153647?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2048992122432153647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadchan-conversation-starters.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2048992122432153647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2048992122432153647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/shadchan-conversation-starters.html' title='Shadchan Conversation Starters'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7316137497236127312</id><published>2011-07-21T14:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:03:52.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Half-Shadchans'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come upon a new fashion lately. Nothing to do with shoes, hairstyles or clothing; A 'Shadchan Fashion' that I have named the '&lt;em&gt;Half-Shadchan'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, it all starts with a phonecall. It could be from someone you know, or someone you don't know. It's usually a shy person, or someone who never &lt;em&gt;dabbled &lt;/em&gt;in shidduchim, perhaps even a teenager or a single friend. They call you up and tell you they heard about a guy. As the phonecall goes on, the caller, you find out, doesn't really  actually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; the guy, but only heard of him from someone else who either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) went out with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) met him in (i) grocery store (ii) waiting room (iii) the bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) got his resume from a friend/relative who went out with him and said he's a great guy but just not her 'type'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) just joined a shidduchgroup and heard about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the case, it's a sort of name-dropping situation, so in fact, the 'half-shadchan' thinks she is helping and is sooo happy she got the courage to make the phonecall and be 'involved' when infact, it is not helpful at all. Dropping a name means nothing. You gotta do all the research yourself (most of the time, without any resume to follow) and then, if you finally decide, if you finally GET info on the guy, that it sounds at all shayach, then you actually have to FIND someone YOURSELF, who will 'redd' the shidduch. This is almost unlikely as how will you find someone who knows you AND who feels confident enough to redd YOU to this guy they most likely never even heard of, let alone know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So folks, if you actually build up the courage to make a phonecall and you really wanna help and be involved in Shidduchim, please, it's just ONE MORE extra call for you to make (get the guy's info and speak to him/his family about the girl) in order to move the Shidduch along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humph!!! Half-Shadchans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7316137497236127312?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7316137497236127312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/half-shadchans.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7316137497236127312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7316137497236127312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/half-shadchans.html' title='The &apos;Half-Shadchans&apos;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4730549021660288246</id><published>2011-07-14T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:09:36.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HaTzaddik Leibby Kletzky A"H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst I know this blog is about Shidduchim, I can't help but NOT think of Leibby Kletzky A"H. The past few days, every news site, be it foxnews, yahoo, to vosizneias &amp;amp; yeshivaworld has been covering this story. I admit, I was hopeful that they would find him and eagerly prayed for his return or that he be found, perhaps asleep on a park bench, from all the walking, when it was clear from the video footage that he was lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even describe my feelings when I woke up and first thing, still in pjs, opened my iphone to check the news and read the headlines. My heart dropped, my eyes bulged, I was in denial-how can this be? How can an innocent, young, beautiful child have this happen to him? How can such a thing happen? A brutal murder-a yiddishe neshama?!?! Who ever heard of such a thing? These things are unheard of in our communities. How much more surprised to hear that the murderer-the butcher, the sicko, psycho, freak of nature, is a Yid?!? Who DOES this?! Who even has a heart to do such things?! I'm still in shock, I'm still pained by the thought of his parents, family and even, nebach, poor Leibby who met the wrong adult from whom he asked for directions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, this post goes for him. We've heard and seen over the past few days what a Kiddush Hashem the Jewish name has made over the media. Reporters, newspapers, media, youtube all were impressed by the thousands and thousands of volunteers, the speediness and efficiency in the way the search was handled, sooo many caring individuals who gave up of their time, their early mornings, evenings, 24/7s to help search for this precious neshamale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I received the following &lt;a href="http://www.thecooljew.net/2011/07/bde-leiby-kletzky-dark-day-in-klal.html"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;by email and thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.thecooljew.net/2011/07/bde-leiby-kletzky-dark-day-in-klal.html"&gt;TheCoolJew &lt;/a&gt;for putting it in writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May we only share in Simchos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4730549021660288246?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4730549021660288246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/hatzaddik-leibby-kletzky-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4730549021660288246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4730549021660288246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/hatzaddik-leibby-kletzky-ah.html' title='HaTzaddik Leibby Kletzky A&quot;H'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4762500155507990951</id><published>2011-07-13T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:24:43.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Help Yourself? Name Swap!</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since my last post-and I apologize for that, but my pc broke, so I'm working off of laptops, netbooks, iPhones and such and I hate borrowing other's people's stuff for a bit longer than the checking of emails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In any case being that I'm still 'stuck in the Shidduch scene' I decided there &lt;em&gt;must&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;be SOMETHING I can do to help myself, other than waiting around for phonecalls/email/faxes, which are getting less and less and when they DO come in, are getting worse and worse (in terms of the potential candidates). Then I met a friend of mine who I literally haven't seen in months. We got talking and of course after updating each other on our lives, the convo turned to, well, what else? Shidduchim, as we are both 'still' single. We started to think of guys for the other one-which was sweet, and such a natural thing to do for a friend, especially in the same situation, you WISH the person to just be OVER the Shidduch-dating already and just be settled, happily married, etc. and then we mutually decided to name swap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying a few names, I'm talking organized, techy name-swapping. The full fledged, sit down at the Cafe, bring your laptop, bring your Access Database, or Excel worksheet with all info and going through all potentials for an hour or so. And this, ladies &amp;amp; gents, is what we intend doing. If nothing comes of it, atleast we both know we tried, we did our Hishtadlush and perhaps, who knows, we may come up with a good idea for any of these potential guys that might not be shayach for either of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suggest you all do the same, you 'never know'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4762500155507990951?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4762500155507990951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-help-yourself-name-swap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4762500155507990951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4762500155507990951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-help-yourself-name-swap.html' title='How to Help Yourself? Name Swap!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5854500149222790243</id><published>2011-07-06T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:36:59.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'cuz we're BOTH single, doesn't mean we're the SAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My bestie &amp;amp; I are often 'redd' to the same guys. Well, we ARE besties, so I'm sure there's some kinda similarity between us, aside from both of us being Frum, single, fun, gals looking for our future hubby. Also, we are both looking for the same type of boy. Notice I said same &lt;i&gt;type&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; because, whilst we may be similar, we are obviously 2 separate individuals and there is a set zivug for every person, so whilst we may both be looking for college/working guys, not every college/working guy is the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are different backgrounds, different minhagim, levels of Frumkeit, personalities, hobbies, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, although you may think that &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; girls talk about the guys they date-wait a sec. ok,&lt;i&gt; all&lt;/i&gt; girls probably talk about the guys they date, but even among my closest friends, we will talk about our dates, our horror stories, etc. but not mentioning names of course. The only time a name would come up is to ask if they were redd or dated the guy and can give some info/input, or if they might know someone who knows the guy (obviously dependent on the guy's info, e.g. city, shul, family, etc.) This is how we know we've been suggested to and/or dated the same guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Point being, recently I was suggested a guy and nothing came of it. In fact, I didn't even go out with him as we never heard back, which in my book simply means-they ain't interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few weeks after, my friend called as she knew I had relatives living on the same block as the guy she was redd, and whilst she mentioned the name for me to ask my relatives, I realized it was the same guy and gladly gave her all the good info I heard (most of which was from that same relative!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow there was a mix-up and suddenly we both got calls back from our different shadchanim that the boy was interested in us=at the same time! Strange. Well, it came time to sorta break the news to our parents as to what was going on-like was he planning on double dating or what? So our parents called the shadchanim and explained the situation. The shadchanim spoke to each other and decided that whichever one of us was really interested in him, can have him, but we should decide on our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How ridiculous is that? Especially not even &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; the guy yet. Suffice it to say, we both pulled out, it just wasn't fair and was the most insane conclusion to a confusing situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps the guy thought we were the same person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5854500149222790243?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5854500149222790243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-cuz-were-both-single-doesnt-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5854500149222790243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5854500149222790243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-cuz-were-both-single-doesnt-mean.html' title='Just &apos;cuz we&apos;re BOTH single, doesn&apos;t mean we&apos;re the SAME!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5849456726397055889</id><published>2011-07-04T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:25:49.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with Weddings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I've been bragging on this blog how I love June=wedding month. I still love June and I still love going to weddings (except the ones where the women line up outside the dancing circle to talk about each person, what they're wearing, how they look, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what I just &lt;i&gt;don't get&lt;/i&gt; is what is it with these weddings that make people sooo stupid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excuse me, but for lack of a better word at the moment, I just had to use the word stupid, because I don't know what else to coin it as.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll sum it up for you by telling you what happened at the last wedding I went to last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was dancing in the circle and a guest of the wedding party came over to me. I haven't seen her in ages and she was talking to me and said she wanted me to meet someone. Well, normally I would've been hopeful, but knowing the guest and knowing the people at the wedding, let's just say I was MORTIFIED. She's the type of person that you never know what to expect. So, I sorta quickly excuse myself, praying that I could stake out in the women's washroom until she gets distracted or someone pulls her back into the dancing circle-but, no such luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Half an hour later, she finds me speaking with a friend outside the hall. She grabs my hand, pardons my friend and walks me to meet that 'someone'. Luckily, it wasn't some weird guy or somethin. Unluckily for me, it was a Shadchan. AND she was speaking with a woman and her daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How much more awkward could the situation get? I actually &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; the woman speaking to the Shadchan, her daughter is quite a few years younger than me-awkward. Even moreso, when the Shadchan finishes her 'meeting' with the woman, my wedding guests introduces us and it turns out, we met years back-awkward. So we make small talk (like, 'oh, I remember you, now, are you still looking? what's going on in ur life'-talk) and stand oddly looking around at other people, both of us waiting for an excuse to cut the meeting short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, as awkward as the whole thing was-I just don't get why people just don't have the brains to actually 'have these meetings' or 'small-talk's a little outside of the hall, where not &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; at the wedding has to look and see '&lt;i&gt;oh-there's SOS speaking with that Shadchan who made so-&amp;amp;-so's shidduch. Let's stand around and try and lip-read'&lt;/i&gt; or something to that effect. It makes it so much more impersonal and yes, even though weddings are in obvious time=in ur face time, when Shidduchim are totally out there and there are loads of singles (hopefully) on both sides of the mechitza looking to get married, and you're all dressed in your best, I still believe &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; dignity, privacy and respect is in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I wrong people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5849456726397055889?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5849456726397055889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-it-with-weddings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5849456726397055889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5849456726397055889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-is-it-with-weddings.html' title='What is it with Weddings?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-760992604152077999</id><published>2011-06-28T11:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:53:24.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There has come a time in every shidduch-aged-single's life when they realize that the information they were provided on a potential match is outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This can happen either whilst phoning a reference who happens to mention that he hasn't been in touch with the potential in years, or when finding out the potential is a few years OLDER than mentioned age on the resume, or that he is no longer in that yeshiva/job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It then becomes quite frustrating, tracking down the UPDATED info and finding people who &lt;em&gt;currently&lt;/em&gt; know the individual and then contacting the shadchan to let them know the info is outdated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people are smart enough to put a date on their resume. That sorta helps, especially when they don't write their birthday, you can just figure it out by the date on the resume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In any case, each time I send out my resume, I try and do a once-over to make sure everything is up to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oddly enough, I got slack from a shadchan this week, informing me that it was difficult for her to 'redd' me to some guys as the info she has on me is years old. This was surprising to me, as in fact I had met with her &lt;em&gt;not even a year ago&lt;/em&gt;, in PERSON and she even took notes whilst I was there, in addition to my resume, and lastly-embarassingly enough, pulled out a camera, explaining that even though she didn't tell me in advance, since I was there &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, she would need a visual to remember me by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, even when you &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; make the effort to ensure everything is up to date-I guess for some people, it'll still make no difference-they probably just add your updated info to the back of their binders, or bottom of their pile and keep referring back to the old papers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-760992604152077999?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/760992604152077999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/outdated-info.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/760992604152077999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/760992604152077999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/outdated-info.html' title='Outdated Info'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4276677155284619284</id><published>2011-06-27T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:24:09.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Works for Others.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, there's been a whole slew of Simchas amongst my friends, including weddings, babies, and, of course, engagements. I mean, there were so many in such a short period of time that I was literally running out of things to wear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In any case, with the Simchas, always comes the comments. Mostly I just ignore, brush it off, grin-&amp;amp;-bear-it typa thing, but eventually, it gets to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a recent comment that really, ummm, for use of a better word, &lt;em&gt;ticked me off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, here's what happened that lead to this comment. A friend of mine got engaged. She's an older single, and like anyone who heard was sooo happy for her (of course!). She got engaged to a guy that was previously suggested to her. Sounds familiar? I've heard this numerous times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The comment: '&lt;em&gt;you should really go back over the suggestions that were offered to you and try and 'revisit' them. See? She wasn't interested in him the first time round, but look-they got engaged!'&lt;/em&gt; Then she went on saying how we can't be picky and maybe if this single woulda said yes the first time round, she would've been having kids by now, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Point is: who are &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; to judge? Obviously the timing wasn't bashert then. Obviously HASHEM is the one Who makes Shidduchim and Who has it all worked out-not random people who are just there to comment and point fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My point is: Yay! She's engaged! I'm soooo happy for her! But what necessarily worked for her (going out with a guy who was suggested before and who she said 'no' to the first time round), doesn't always work for others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4276677155284619284?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4276677155284619284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-works-for-others.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4276677155284619284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4276677155284619284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-works-for-others.html' title='What Works for Others.....'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-311496838791960441</id><published>2011-06-21T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:43:28.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June: The Wedding Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love June. I do, it means, beginning of summer. beginning of sun. vacation. tans. swimming pools. long late night walks. festivals. flowers. beaches. weddings :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, this past week has B"H been a wedding-filled week and I've definitely been enjoying the dancing, the music, the BAR, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also had the privilege of attending a few sheva brachos, and at one of them, this guy spoke and he said something so true that I felt it would be appropriate to share it on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guy who spoke got up and said '&lt;em&gt;In the beginning, when someone redds a Shidduch, everything sounds AMAZING, wonderful, 'the best',&lt;/em&gt;' as he describes it '&lt;em&gt;Eretz Zavas Chalav u'Dvash'&lt;/em&gt;. But then, he says '&lt;em&gt;after all the great, you decide to look into things, and you find out everything is NOT so hotsy totsy...There are some chesronos that people fail to mention, so you have to do your hishtadlus, you have to be like the miraglim, the spies, and investigate the truths and the not-so-pleasants.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I havta say, I was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; satisfied with his speech, it was true, it was humorous and while it wasn't the 'uplifting' kind, I definitely nodded my head in agreement more than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, all Shidduchim sound great, but it is our job (I &lt;em&gt;used to think&lt;/em&gt; it was the Shadchan's job-but I guess times have changed) to do our investigation and find out if everything is indeed '&lt;em&gt;zavas chalav udvash'&lt;/em&gt; or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoping all of you find your TRUE &lt;em&gt;chalav dvash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-311496838791960441?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/311496838791960441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-wedding-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/311496838791960441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/311496838791960441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-wedding-month.html' title='June: The Wedding Month'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6074216246321505362</id><published>2011-06-15T19:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:58:28.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'little things' People Leave Out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how people say 'it's the small things in life'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I go by that motto. Small things make me happy. A perfectly sunny day with a light cool breeze, an ice mocchaccino, a night out with my friends, holding a cute baby, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, it's all the small things, as in 'details' that people like to nitpick. i.e. I'm always at a wedding when I overhear 2 women at the bar discussing the quality of the tablecloths, the way food is prepared at a shmorgasboard, where someone got their shoes from, what shade of color the cloth napkins are, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND, it is also the little things, as in &lt;i&gt;bits of information&lt;/i&gt; that people tend with withhold, when they get called to give info on girls/guys. Which is how I came to this post. The other day I was 'redd' a shidduch by a lady who I never met, but she claims to know me and has seen me at a few weddings. In any case, she sends me the guy's info which is so basic, I would call it NATIVE. So, of course, I try to find someone who I know that knows the guy, which isn't &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; possible, but this time we managed. I call the woman and she starts telling me about the family, and little bits of info which was &lt;i&gt;deliberately&lt;/i&gt; omitted by this shadchan lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a health problem in the family, there is a parnassa issue, no one really knows if the boy learns or works and if he does work what he does, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first spoke to the shadchan, I asked her some of my questions and she was very wishwashy and contradicted herself numerous times. I thought it was annoying-yet-sadly-funny, but I figured it would all be downpat in his 'resume'. It wasn't. Now I feel even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; reluctant to even touch it. Some of the issues that were mentioned are pretty big issues for me and the fact that she &lt;i&gt;left it out &lt;/i&gt;or 'forgot' to inform me (benefit of the doubt) really bothers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, when everyone tells me to cut down my resume and not put so much info, I always say 'rather too much than too little', atleast it gives people a bit of a picture of who I am and where I am coming from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there a reason &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; people leave out the 'little things', or do they just &lt;i&gt;happen to forget?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6074216246321505362?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6074216246321505362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-things-people-leave-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6074216246321505362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6074216246321505362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-things-people-leave-out.html' title='The &apos;little things&apos; People Leave Out...'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5197154732038915127</id><published>2011-06-12T00:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:48:32.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to 'Secret Dater'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blob of Something Different &lt;a href="http://ablobofsomethingdifferent.blogspot.com/2011/05/dating-secrets-or-secrets-in-dating.html"&gt;posted &lt;/a&gt;recently about a story of a girl who went on her first date and her family decided to keep it secret, even from her own siblings, when it all went wrong and the sibs walked in on her date in her own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my own take on this situation-well, not &lt;i&gt;specifically this actual&lt;/i&gt; situation she describes, but something similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My cousin whose family lives upstairs from mine, was going out. She's in her early twenties and while I assumed she had already begun dating, I have never really asked her directly. She is not a 'sharing' type and I was in no rush to 'really know' if she was dating or not. It was a nice spring day, clear blue sky and the perfect weather. I was fortunate enough to end work exactly at 5pm on the dot and catch the bus home. As I walked up the stairs, I noticed this nice new car slowly driving up infront of my house, with a guy staring. I turned around and just thought he was a weirdo and searched my purse for my keys. Whilst digging in my large fashionable bag (what's the point when you can NEVER find your keys?!) my neighbor and her 7 kids were walking into their home, some kids crying, others playing outdoors, some school kids on bikes, etc. The street was really busy. I FINALLY get my keys and notice the guy park right outside my house and getting out his car all dressed up. I quickly run in and first thought is there is a collector coming, but he looks quite young and put together, as opposed to the usual nebech case people who come by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next thing I know, he rings my bell and when I go to the door, he asks if this is the ____'s residence (last name of my cousin). As I am about to tell him it's upstairs, my cousin, all flustered and red-faced, comes running out and quickly mumbles to him. They leave together and it takes them literally 5-10 minutes while they get into the car, get the car started, and actually drive off. During those long few minutes, all the neighbors, families, kids, are standing by the car looking inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, for me, it was a shock, but when it finally sunk in, I wanted to walk up to the window of the car and tell her-if you wanna keep it a secret, atleast MEET him somewhere else (abandoned parking lot?) or wait until it gets dark! not broad daylight, on a busy Jewish street, when kids are home from school, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lesson learned from dating-you can NEVER keep anything a secret. Someone is always bound to know you, the guy, or both, or happen to see you on a date, or hear somethin from someone somewhere. But I'm old enough to care less and know that this is the way of life. You gotta be a bit cautious and live with it if someone finds out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5197154732038915127?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5197154732038915127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/response-to-secret-dater.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5197154732038915127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5197154732038915127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/response-to-secret-dater.html' title='Response to &apos;Secret Dater&apos;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1404358142397267136</id><published>2011-06-06T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:25:17.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakewood Pirkei Avos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sYiUD0Zgvg/Te2aCpDC7KI/AAAAAAAAB68/DCtyPVC_jto/s1600/ATT00001..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sYiUD0Zgvg/Te2aCpDC7KI/AAAAAAAAB68/DCtyPVC_jto/s400/ATT00001..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615313680569920674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1404358142397267136?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1404358142397267136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/lakewood-pirkei-avos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1404358142397267136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1404358142397267136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/lakewood-pirkei-avos.html' title='Lakewood Pirkei Avos'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sYiUD0Zgvg/Te2aCpDC7KI/AAAAAAAAB68/DCtyPVC_jto/s72-c/ATT00001..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3108505799730470497</id><published>2011-06-05T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:17:24.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh...Hi, I'M the One in Shidduchim Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, this is NOT the first time this happened to me, but it infuriated me enough to post it on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day I came home and found a message on my machine from an 'unknown' woman who claimed to be a friend of a relative of a friend of ours. She left her name and number and said she had a shidduch idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, most of you know, I'm in my mid-twenties and I like to take care of shidduchim myself. I make the phonecalls, do the research and when need-be I know my parents are always here to help and I can ask them to make calls/do research for me, but I'm big enough to deal with this myself, after all, it is ME who is going to date the guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I do the proper thing: I call back the woman. I introduce myself and tell her that I received the message on our machine and thank her for having me in mind. She, on the other hand was quite abrupt and cold, informing me that she doesn't need to speak with me, nor will she leave any message, but she would like to speak directly with my mom. I explained to her that my mom was out of town for a Simcha and wouldn't be back for the next week, so it might be easier and quicker to relay a message or just speak to me directly. However, I was treated like a 5 year old when she said &lt;i&gt;'it can wait until she comes back-I would like to speak directly to your mother myself'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was I hurt? yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was I insulted? DEFINITELY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was I annoyed? Heck! I AM STILL annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to yell into the phone and tell the woman that even by speaking to my mom-it would come to me directly-my mom would either tell me the situation or ask if &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; would go out with 'such-and-such' and &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; make the final call, as &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; will date the guy and then &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; will decide if &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; further want to date him and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheesh peoples! Why can't you just go and speak directly TO the source?! Less mis-communications, less problems, less people to go through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3108505799730470497?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3108505799730470497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/uhhhi-im-one-in-shidduchim-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3108505799730470497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3108505799730470497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/uhhhi-im-one-in-shidduchim-here.html' title='Uhh...Hi, I&apos;M the One in Shidduchim Here'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5310130452017553354</id><published>2011-06-02T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:29:17.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Marrieds Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently I was speaking to a friend of mine who got married this past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As most of married friend's go, the phonecalls dwindle down from 2 calls a day when they're single, to a few times a week or once a week when they're engaged, to once a month after they're married for first 3 months to once everytime they actually remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So this married friend called me and we chatted like good old times=forever, and she threw into the conversation how she is &lt;em&gt;so busy&lt;/em&gt; these days. I joked with her about it, y'know taking care of someone else besides herself, new schedule to include cooking/cleaning, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But seriously now-what do marrieds do that makes them sooo busy? too busy to even call a good friend once in a while!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5310130452017553354?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5310130452017553354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-marrieds-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5310130452017553354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5310130452017553354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-marrieds-do.html' title='What do Marrieds Do?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7359132310387796259</id><published>2011-05-25T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:10:06.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They SAY They 'Know'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine called to 'redd' me a shidduch. Yay! This week has been quite busy with phone calls about shidduch ideas being 'redd' to me, so let's hope they actually get past the guy and he actually makes some calls before deciding that I'm too far away and he's not interested in an 'out-of-town' girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In any case, so my friend is getting my info (sad, what shidduchim has come to=even my friends need an emailed resume, PDF, Black &amp;amp; White, with minimum 4 references &amp;amp; preferably a photo, if not two) and when I'm done with my speech, and she's done taking my info, she asks me if I wanna know about the guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, my curiosity got the better of me, but I was chilled and told her, only if she wanted. So she tells me she doesn't really remember his name, but he's from Flatbush, he's like whatever age and he's a lawyer. That's all. Then she waits for my approval, but honestly, she still didn't tell me ABOUT THE ACTUAL GUY. So I told her I haven't heard the name before (she did recall his name later on, but wasn't sure about the first name) so it wasn't redd and I really didn't need more info unless the guy says yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she tells me, ..and here I quote  '&lt;i&gt;he's an A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, MOST PHENOMENAL guy....I mean, I haven't actually met him or his family, but I know his relatives and they're the nicest, sweeetest people, etc.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello?!?! Hopefully no one sums my up based on my relatives as (a) I'm NOTHIN like them at ALL, (b) I should hope the person actually met me and (c) can confirm that based on what they know about me-that I'm a potential shidduch idea for someone else, based on the other person who they know, or heard about, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what people actually KNOW, or say they KNOW are 2 diff. things. Don't paint a whole beautiful picture, with all the descriptive adjectives=unless it's firsthand. Otherwise, all guys are nice, sweet, goodlooking, great middos, etc. I'm not buying what people just say-they havta KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7359132310387796259?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7359132310387796259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-say-they-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7359132310387796259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7359132310387796259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-say-they-know.html' title='They SAY They &apos;Know&apos;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-2187236606168451637</id><published>2011-05-20T11:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:45:38.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When 'non-tznius' happens on a Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is second hand info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend's sister is seriously dating someone. She must be about 22, and I wouldn't say she is yeshivish, but she is more frum than her family. She wears her skirts like exactly at the 4-inch mark, probably doesn't watch tv/movies, goes to shiurim and is the type to daven mincha everyday, just to give you all a picture. Her family is more open-minded and are slowly moving to the right by taking small things upon themselves and slowly changing the style of clothing and adding from frum-terminology to their lingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, so she's dating this really yeshivish guy-family of rosh yeshiva-type. They're on a date and they go for dessert. Apparently, the 'minhag' at the dessert place is that they ask you you're birthday and hand you a small paper with your horoscope-a one liner phrase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So they both get handed their mini-papers with their one-liners and as a cute thing, they take each others and read it out loud. The guy reads the girls, it's something typically stupid. The girl refuses to read his outloud. She starts blushing and is clearly embarassed. The guy asks her to read it again and is so curiuos to know why she won't read it. She finally acquiesces and tells me, she cannot read it but will let him see it to read to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It says something clearly not-tznius. Not like serious pritzus, but let's just say it includes an act that only married couples do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, yes, this young couple are basically ready to get married. They are dating seriously and may even get engaged to each other, meaning, hopefully by now they've matured in life, realize that they get along well, and may end up living with each other, so one little 3-letter-word, no matter how untznius, shouldn't really get in the way &lt;i&gt;that much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently, they just got engaged, so it didn't make that much of a difference, but c'mon folks-I believe that in this stage in life, we're all (hopefully!) over 18 and anything rated R is either something we heard on the street/bus/subway or seen on billboards/tv/internet/movies. No one can be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; naive in this day and age, and aside from that, what do they think marriage is about? do they think storks still deliver the babies? My opinion on the matter-&lt;i&gt;grow up&lt;/i&gt;, don't make a bigger deal about it. OK, lemme also consider how, when I was at that age, a good Bais Yaakov girl, I would too -be embarrassed to read the word outloud and this girl is MUCH frummer, so I really can't judge, but I guess, being at my age, when I've dated so many (may I add 'not shy-at-all!') guys, I think I've heard and seen it all. Perhaps, I would blush and then briefly change the subject, but sheesh! it's just a one-liner typed up but some random dude who gets paid to copy and paste horoscopes onto paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-2187236606168451637?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/2187236606168451637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-non-tznius-happens-on-date.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2187236606168451637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/2187236606168451637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-non-tznius-happens-on-date.html' title='When &apos;non-tznius&apos; happens on a Date'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-965959246562835395</id><published>2011-05-19T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:12:08.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you beat THIS proposal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="314" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pnVAE91E7kM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-965959246562835395?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/965959246562835395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-beat-this-proposal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/965959246562835395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/965959246562835395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-beat-this-proposal.html' title='Can you beat THIS proposal?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pnVAE91E7kM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-90106518235861640</id><published>2011-05-18T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:21:12.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When a Good Friend 'Knows'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here's the matz: (for those of you not familiar with SoS's lingo matz=matzav, aka situation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This woman meets me at the grocery-ya, the Kosher grocery, the only one in our area, which basically is not the greatest place to go if you wanna avoid people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, so this woman who used to live down my block and whom I haven't seen since she moved like 6 years and 3 kids later meets me. She suddenly has this epiphany and gets all excited about her husband's brother-in-law who is coming to town and who's friend happens to be single and frum. But really, ok, he's a &lt;i&gt;working guy&lt;/i&gt;, so now that means he's 100% for me. It gets better: the single friend is coming to town with the hubby's bro-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then comes the punch-&amp;gt;he's coming in to date someone else. But this woman with her epiphanies-she decides to ask me if I would be willing to date him, as a backup...in case his other date doesn't work out and it's not shayach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she goes for the kill-&amp;gt;he's coming tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I slow her down and tell her: &lt;i&gt;Mrs. A, thanks sooo much for having me in mind, I appreciate it, really I do.&lt;/i&gt; (that's my sweet starting line to let people know I care), and then I go on '&lt;i&gt;in general, I don't just go out with guys like that. I get info and then I make a few calls and if I decide it's shayach then I go out. I understand he is coming to town, but that's no reason to put us together just in case a date doesn't work out. Even though he 'trusts' you and would probably date me, I don't feel comfortable wasting anyone's time.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway-she hesitates (obviously she's not happy with my response) and apologizes for making me second choice. So I explain to her it has NOTHING at all to do with being second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then she wrecks the entire situation (it can't get more worse than this) and tells me who he is going out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my issues:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) It's NONE. I repeat, absolutely &lt;i&gt;NONE&lt;/i&gt; of my, nor anyone elses business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) It's not HER business to tell anyone, even if she knows this because he is staying at her house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) It just so happens to be that this girl who he is dating is my REALLY good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) My other REALLY good friend was suggested to him and he told the shadchan he wasn't traveling at that point in time, but whenever he does travel, she should wait for him. Um, I didn't tell her about this but I'm 100% sure he didn't get back to her, hence she is still waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, ya, I didn't know that my good friend was going to date him. It's her decision to tell me. It's her business and I respect that. Even though we share stuff, names, etc. obviously she had her reasons and I'm totally not insulted nor am I taking this personally, nor did I somehow bring it into our recent convos, especially when she cancelled our plans because she was 'busy with things'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, I feel like I'm kinda in a 'love triangle' as my other friend was suggested to him first. Not only did they both agree to go out-he told her to &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; for him to travel and now that he's traveling, no one even had the decency to tell her. Imagine if she would've somehow ended up as the same place as both of them-OUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, point is-I humbly consider myself to be a good friend, well, more than a good friend, to both of these girls and a good friend 'knows' but doesn't tell. That's how friends remain. Making sure that the other doesn't get hurt and looking after their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-90106518235861640?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/90106518235861640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-good-friend-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/90106518235861640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/90106518235861640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-good-friend-knows.html' title='When a Good Friend &apos;Knows&apos;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6154358449914505931</id><published>2011-05-15T00:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:11:17.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes-Step Aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confession: I stereotype. I do. I believe in stereotypes and I just can't change that. People DO change, not everyone IS the same, but it's hard to convince me of that. Perhaps it's due to my dating experiences, or me being burnt-out by the shidduch-system, but I can't help that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, lucky for all you folks, I had a change of mind this past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started when I got invited to this 'official function' which was taking place. It was kind of a fancy affair, but not a black-tie event. It was held in a large official hall and I knew it would be a mixed crowd and I would probably be one of the only Jewish single girls there, so I kept a small handbag in one hand and my iPhone in the other (sure beats having nothing to hold and then explaining to almost every guy that I don't shake hands due to religious reasons!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In any case, I tried to dress my best, look professional, appropriate, and tznius. I wore a nice outfit and smart shoes and held my head high, shoulders back, with a small dose of confidence to finish the look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice the other women in the room. The skinny woman with her long black hair, her tight, and short, red suit and her 6 inch heels (no exaggeration), the tanned woman with her hair in long bottle curls, with just a shirt and long tanned legs with 4 inch strappy stilettos. So, perhaps I was lucky in the sense that all the men were busy taking in the beautiful women and no one would need to come over and make conversation or shake hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walked over to the bar to get a drink and this guy, who happened to walk into the hall at the same time as me, AND who held the door for me as he let me walk in first, just happens to be at the bar as well. I smile and say hi and get ready to walk away with my drink when he notices the tanned woman-or shall I say her legs/shoes. I watch his eyes take her in and he turns to me and asks why I'm not wearing those 'type of shoes'. I wasn't sure what he was getting at, so I just turned around and said '&lt;i&gt;trust me, those heels have an expiration date-give her 2 hours and she'll be in her ballet flats'&lt;/i&gt;. The guy then shook his head, laughing and told me he just doesn't get it, what was she trying to do, what look was she going for? He actually didn't agree with her look and thought her to be ridiculous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was A-M-A-Z-E-D!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I thought, wow, these women have the place covered. They dress to impress, look to kill, have the body and legs any guy would salivate over and this guy wasn't impressed!?!?!? how could he, as a guy, NOT want that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Throughout the evening we kept talking, and it seemed he was just a decent, gentleman. Not married, early 20s, but not into the whole 'throw yourself in a guy's face type'. He was extremely polite and respectful of me (being Frum and all), and it was just a breathe of fresh air to know there are some decent guys out there. I just couldn't believe it coming from him, especially a young, single, energetic, non-J guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks, Mr. Goy, for teaching me to put my stereotyping aside and still have faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6154358449914505931?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6154358449914505931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/stereotypes-step-aside.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6154358449914505931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6154358449914505931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/stereotypes-step-aside.html' title='Stereotypes-Step Aside'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3618771558868470735</id><published>2011-05-04T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:52:04.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"No Pressure"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of us singles in the Shidduch World have heard the expression &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no pressure"&lt;/i&gt; many times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's always used before you go out, as in '&lt;i&gt;well, if you don't like the information you received from references---no pressure----no one is forcing you to go out with him"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or-whilst you're dating: &lt;i&gt;"no one can decide except for you. But don't worry---no pressure---take your time to make your decision"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, as much as everyone keeps saying 'no pressure' there is ALWAYS pressure. Especially in the Jewish ways of dating. Time=pressure. Most people, either Shadchanim or the guy/girl or their respective families don't like to let things schlep. Most girls are thinkers-they gotta make sure it makes sense in their heads as well as their hearts and its takes TIME for them to get comfortable, to make a decision, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, aside from all the 'unsaid' pressures, there is pressure to be thin, good looking, outgoing, the most wanted bachelor/ette, noticed by others, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND, if it makes it any worse, once you get engaged, there's still pressure-but at different levels. Pressure to maintain the (skinny figure) weight you've probably lost from the nerves of dating/getting engaged, to make sure you have the 'right' gown, 'AMAZING' sheitel, clothes, house, etc. Then you get married. Pressure on an entirely new level. Now you're in a new category: "newlywed". So it's pressure to be the 'cutest couple'. To get pregnant, start a family, have kids, host dinner parties, have an awesome house, show off your spouse, etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, if I thought &lt;i&gt;we, as single-in-shidduchim&lt;/i&gt; have it bad. If I thought, the entire frum world is staring and 'noticing us' in a &lt;i&gt;pitiful&lt;/i&gt; way and the unsaid pressure they are thinking-then Poor Princess Catherine-and the pressure that the entire world is putting on her to, well, as the Brits so eloquently put it '&lt;i&gt;produce an heir'.....withing 9 months.....or else! &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;read&lt;i&gt; here: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20110501/wl_uk_afp/britainroyalsmarriagekate"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20110501/wl_uk_afp/britainroyalsmarriagekate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3618771558868470735?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3618771558868470735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-pressure.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3618771558868470735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3618771558868470735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-pressure.html' title='&quot;No Pressure&quot;'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-9216144464896356929</id><published>2011-05-02T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:10:10.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Wedding + Klezmer=Instant Viral Video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fG3HDw8W3Jg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-9216144464896356929?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9216144464896356929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding-klezmerinstant-viral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9216144464896356929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9216144464896356929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding-klezmerinstant-viral.html' title='Royal Wedding + Klezmer=Instant Viral Video!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fG3HDw8W3Jg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3663870042174700843</id><published>2011-05-01T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:44:47.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Want......To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taking a poll here from all men (or married wives of these men) to find out what men would say they appreciate most of women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being a single, I would like to know, and I know there is no ONE general response, but I would really like to know what specific attribute or physicality men appreciate most of women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's put it this way: if all us single girls were to spend money on 'one specific thing' that our husband would totally appreciate-what would that 'one specific thing be'? e.g. makeup to make our faces more appealing, a good hairdresser, personal trainer to make sure we are fit, fashionable clothing/shoes, waxing, working on our middos, doing more chessed, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The list if endless. Please feel free to be blunt and honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3663870042174700843?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3663870042174700843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-women-wantto-know.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3663870042174700843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3663870042174700843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-women-wantto-know.html' title='What Women Want......To Know'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7579685284105659649</id><published>2011-04-28T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:20:19.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>OK, call me obsessed-&lt;i&gt;everyone else&lt;/i&gt; already is! But I am OBSESSED with this whole Royal wedding business. Every online article, newspaper article, magazine talks about it, the radio, news, etc. is 100% royal wedding and being that I'm a single, searching for my fairytale, it just makes me excited.&lt;div&gt;That, and that fact that I'll be watching history, be PART of history, can tell people, I woke up early morning to watch the Royals get married!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the wedding gowns, then the outfits, the famous people, celebrities, etc. I'm just seriously psyched about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast someone finally gets to tie the knot with their 'prince' charming. Oh, and did I mention the afterparty with the disco balls and featuring my favorite music (as well as Kates)-ABBA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you wanna watch it live, go to the Royal Wedding Channel, by clicking here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRoyalChannel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/TheRoyalChannel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.officialroyalwedding2011.org/"&gt;http://www.officialroyalwedding2011.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for photos, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/britishmonarchy/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/britishmonarchy/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheBritishMonarchy?sk=wall"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/TheBritishMonarchy?sk=wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cnn: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2011/royal.wedding/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2011/royal.wedding/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unveiled: &lt;a href="http://unveiled.blogs.cnn.com/"&gt;http://unveiled.blogs.cnn.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mazel Tov!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7579685284105659649?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7579685284105659649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7579685284105659649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7579685284105659649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html' title='The Royal Wedding'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-8804864879206588509</id><published>2011-04-17T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:00:04.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six13 P A S S O V E R to get u in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5qSXrnkSeKs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-8804864879206588509?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8804864879206588509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/six13-p-s-s-o-v-e-r-to-get-u-in-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8804864879206588509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8804864879206588509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/six13-p-s-s-o-v-e-r-to-get-u-in-mood.html' title='Six13 P A S S O V E R to get u in the mood'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5qSXrnkSeKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-187042643240341866</id><published>2011-04-12T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T23:37:18.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Editions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whilst chewing on some licorice (yay! there actually still IS chametz nosh around here) I had the following epiphany. I figured out how to phrase my reasoning in my search for my future hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, most Shadchanim aka pushypeople, aka yenta yachnes aka INURFACE people-who-don't get-the-hint-when-you-say-no will try and continue to convince some of us singles that what we are looking for doesn't exist-hence the reason for us (still) being single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each time I get told, it just gets me more angry. &lt;i&gt;Duh! I'm single because I haven't found my Bashert yet, who are YOU to give me a specific reason?&lt;/i&gt; Seriously?! who ARE these people who keep telling us what we are looking for DOESN'T exist. It seems there are lotsa girls I know, who all married the 'type' I'm looking for, so obviously they DO exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's the problem aka 'what I'm looking for' (which they say doesn't exist): I'm looking for a nice guy, a mentch, with a great smile, lotsa personality, frum, black hat, goes to a shiur each day/night and works or is in school-whatever as long as it is something he's doing that he enjoys (hopefully), y'know the old fashioned '&lt;i&gt;Torah im Derech Eretz'&lt;/i&gt;. Not too extremist in any sorta category and is open-minded and doesn't freak out when I say FM radio/internet/tv, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my newly founded response when they say it doesn't exist-which by the way, now that I think about it-i can send them databases of guys like that=I dated loads of them...anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'You see, everyone is out there, searching for a mate. Most, (as is claimed) are looking for learning boys. Either 1 year, 3 years, 5 years, 10 years-whatever so long as they are learning. It is pretty common out there and there are so many yeshivos/kollelim, so there are lots of guys to go around. I, on the other hand, am not looking for the 'usual' (so is claimed) guy, I'm looking for the old-fashioned type, or as I like to say a 'collectors item' sort aka a limited edition. We all know limited editions are more special and therefore harder to find. They're definitely out there, just few and far between and there is a high price to pay for limited editions, as usually they are kept in great condition (anyone say 6pack? jk)'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, ya, Mrs. Shadchan-I'm looking for a limited edition, keep your common(ers) for the other girls out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-187042643240341866?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/187042643240341866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/limited-editions.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/187042643240341866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/187042643240341866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/limited-editions.html' title='Limited Editions'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3432015242983511661</id><published>2011-04-10T00:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:36:17.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE: Texting Typos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a '&lt;i&gt;situation&lt;/i&gt;' and so I am here to warn you all about it, in hopes that none of you ever unintentionally embarass yourselves as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's what happened: I was texting this guy that I was dating-about our upcoming date. Just basics of where and when it would be good timing. He texted me back-but being that he's a sarcastic guy &lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/i&gt; that Pesach is like in a bit over a week-I wasn't sure if he was serious or kidding about the timing, so I texted back a mere few words: '&lt;i&gt;seriously? were u kiddin me?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I didn't bother rereading my text before I sent it-why should I? He was the only one texting me at that point during those few minutes, so I knew it was going to him and what could be harmful about 3 words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Except: to my horror, I saw that my finger hit the 's' which is so conveniently placed next to the letter 'd' on my beautiful iPhone touchpad. So I asked him if he was kissing me. Ya, it's really no big deal as we ALL KNEW that's not what I meant. Except, he's a guy, and he's goin out with me, so I assume he's interested-also he's the type to make a deal about it. So ya, I only came to the realization of my typo when he asked me what I was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; thinking and what was &lt;i&gt;really on my mind&lt;/i&gt; (insert silent scream here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OKEE ladies &amp;amp; gents-I had to do some major damage control here, but be warned peoples-even amazing iPhones can only spell check and not grammatically read your mind to change the words around-after all 'kiss' is a proper word, spelled correctly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for you saps-NO, I was NOT thinking about that at all....atleast not yet (sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3432015242983511661?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3432015242983511661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/beware-texting-typos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3432015242983511661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3432015242983511661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/beware-texting-typos.html' title='BEWARE: Texting Typos!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4016156014927853444</id><published>2011-04-07T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:36:36.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to SHOW they KNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend Shaindy was on a date a this week and the guy mentioned that he saw someone earlier on that day who knew her family. She was a bit taken back as she couldn't figure out who would know her and her family well enough and also know the boy, AND that they were dating (other than the shadchan). The guy went on to mention that he was having lunch with his co-worker and in walked this woman. She was staring for a while and then went over to him and his buddy and asked 'hey-aren't you so and so?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had met her maybe just &lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt; before in his life, so he looked up, tried to place her, and then just mumbled 'yes' and the woman smiled and walked away. He was totally confused with the whole mini conversation and just continued on with his friend, who nevertheless thought it to be weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few hours later, as Shaindy made her way home to get ready for her date, this woman 'happened' to meet her and made sure to tell her that she saw this boy and she recognized him, yadayada. Not only that, this same woman then called up Shaindy's mom to tell her the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The purpose of this whole charade?! There was none folks. Just, to SHOW that she KNEW something was going on between them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How did she know? Even Shaindy herself is still confused. But atleast they had something interesting to talk about on their date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yentas &amp;amp; Yachnas-Seriously tho. If you know=yay for you. We're so excited. Go Tweet about it on your blackberries and stuff. But no one CARES if you know. Just keep it to yourself. Then again, by doing so-you wouldn't be considered a yenta OR a Yachna, so neva mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4016156014927853444?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4016156014927853444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-show-they-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4016156014927853444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4016156014927853444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-show-they-know.html' title='Just to SHOW they KNOW'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5191625071487988323</id><published>2011-04-05T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:09:22.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Exodus-from Aish.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BIxToZmJwdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5191625071487988323?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5191625071487988323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/google-exodus-from-aishcom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5191625071487988323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5191625071487988323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/google-exodus-from-aishcom.html' title='Google Exodus-from Aish.com'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BIxToZmJwdI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5728085820798715914</id><published>2011-04-03T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:07:49.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When they're NOT Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I have this family friend, like we're REALLY close, and we get along great and everything. Probably considered more like family than friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In any case, recently, I've been having personal issues with this family friend, as they just 'show up' at our door whenever they feel like it. I mean, no calling before, or letting us know they're coming by for whatever reason, but just randomly popping in at any given time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, this was totally 100% fine BEFORE we began dating, but now that boy's show up at my door to come pick me up, and sometimes, because we live 'out of town' it might not always be an evening date, and can be random timing throughout the date-this causes a bit of a problem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, I'm definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; embarrassed to be seen-I'm of age, where I've been dating for a while, it's no secret, and I've been seen and have seen others while on dates so many times that I'm over it. But 'bumping' into close family friends while they're at my door and I'm leaving with a guy is DEFINITELY in my 'more awkward' category of situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, because we're so close and we grew up together, etc. I can't just tell them '&lt;i&gt;well, because I'm in Shidduchim, please can you try and call or let us know before you come by for whatever reason so as not to walk into you with my 'beau' for the evening'&lt;/i&gt; as they would seriously get insulted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND, to add: I don't share my personal dating experiences with this particular family friend at all. It's more like, she calls and each time she speaks with me she pries into my personal life and gets too involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, how do you say, ladies &amp;amp; gents-I go about telling this family that they are NOT welcome whenever they wish to show up anymore?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5728085820798715914?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5728085820798715914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-theyre-not-welcome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5728085820798715914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5728085820798715914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-theyre-not-welcome.html' title='When they&apos;re NOT Welcome!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5315334286476139564</id><published>2011-03-30T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:46:49.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Japan Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YCfxzEOU8To" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5315334286476139564?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5315334286476139564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5315334286476139564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5315334286476139564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-song.html' title='The Japan Song'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YCfxzEOU8To/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-7366121120329186172</id><published>2011-03-27T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:17:00.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossed Wires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the other night, my friend was on a date, sitting in the car talking with this guy. Her phone kept vibrating (atleast she remembered to put it on vibrate this time!) and she spoke a bit louder, hoping he wouldn't hear the constant 'buzz' of the vibrating phone in her bag. Eventually, she reached into her bag and pressed the 'end' button. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT-what she didn't realized, was that her phone was upside down in her bag, so she had really pressed the 'answer' button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes folks-how much worse could this get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the girl trying to reach my friend, said 'hello' but instead of hearing a response, she heard a guy's voice and figured something was &lt;i&gt;obviously &lt;/i&gt;going on here and she would continue listening. Of course the caller 'tried' saying hello a few more times, but sat on the phone listening to my friend and her date talking in the car. Eventually, after a couple of minutes, the caller hung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's lucky that the caller is a mutual friend of ours and hung up soon enough, but I can't help and think what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; would do in such a situation. Am I a stalker? of course not. Am I curious? isn't &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; curious at some point? Would I be a bit worried, hearing a guy speaking in the background of my friend's answered cell? &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you do if you're wires crossed? stay on the line or hang up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-7366121120329186172?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/7366121120329186172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/crossed-wires.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7366121120329186172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/7366121120329186172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/crossed-wires.html' title='Crossed Wires'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3085658178908540704</id><published>2011-03-21T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:50:51.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently there has been a swarm of viral videos starring a 'single girl'. For all those of you who know what I'm talkin about-she is GOOD, and I mean REAL good, like fall on the floor, crying your eyes out funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must've watched the few videos numerous times in awe of this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First off-she's single, frum, shidduch-aged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly-she posted on YouTube=public forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thirdly-she has guts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND MORE IMPORTANTLY-she &lt;em&gt;doesn't care&lt;/em&gt; (or atleast I don't think she does-especially if she posted on youtube!) what other people think, nor is she worried about her shidduchim because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As our Bais Yaakov teacher's would say (and I quote &lt;in&gt;) "&lt;em&gt;Yiladdos-what can we learn from this?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girls just wanna have fun. And why can't we? Just because we haven't yet found our zivug? Just because we our in shidduchim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People are always worried, i.e. &lt;em&gt;oh! you wanna go biking-I dunno, what would people say about me and tznius? or I'm sorry, I can't come with you-my mom doesn't want me going there-especially being in Shidduchim as she is worried what people will think if I go there', &lt;/em&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This girl, tho, she is living her life, having fun-doing a great job at it and look at the reaction of people who viewed this. Are they telling her to take it down? Are they telling her it's not tznius? No, instead, the video(s) has gone viral, been forwarded, more videos have been uploaded and approximately 300 people have subscribed to her! AND she was offered a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Folks-lesson learned today is we can have just as fun as she is. AND, any publicity is good publicity. Some may think it's not proper, some may get a kick out of it, but as long as there are over 100,000 views=&lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;publicity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kudos YouTube actress, you are my true hero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3085658178908540704?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3085658178908540704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3085658178908540704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3085658178908540704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4515246968900300454</id><published>2011-03-17T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:21:17.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I becoming VERY Visual?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'm a member of the various Jewish singles sites. In the past few years since I've signed up, I don't think I've received a 'match' that I've actually went out with. Most weren't at all shayach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT, I've notice a change in the way I view guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Facebook took the world by storm, since all these dating sites with the 'post pix' options, I've become a very visual person. No, I'm not &lt;i&gt;totally superficial&lt;/i&gt;-I've even checked into guys just by reading their description, even without a pic. However, lately with all the matches I'm sent, and all the boys I'm 'redd' to, a photo &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; makes a huge difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, in the 'olden' days-or as I like to refer to them as the 'early' days of my dating, every guy I was offered sounded '&lt;i&gt;a-m-a-z-i-n-g'&lt;/i&gt; and then after traveling umpteen hours, it was quite a disappointment. Some were based on looks alone, others were based on personality, frumkeit, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But since I've seen some photos of really cute, nice looking, put together guys through either Facebook, or emailed resumes, or even the dating websites, it really made me expect 'more' in regards to the looks of a future mate. Now that I've seen what I would consider some of the best looking, eligible, frum, 'normal' bachelors, if I'm redd something that doesn't even compete in that level, I just keep backtracking to those pix and thinking-but there are SOME decent looking fellows....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does that make me wrong? or just a normal frum single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4515246968900300454?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4515246968900300454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-becoming-very-visual.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4515246968900300454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4515246968900300454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/am-i-becoming-very-visual.html' title='Am I becoming VERY Visual?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4551797686670875640</id><published>2011-03-15T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:18:43.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Guys DON'T Bring to the Table!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As an 'out-of-town' gal, I am proud in my upbringing and my good manners. When a guy shows up at the door (and don't kill me here) and you can tell immediately, he's not the one for you, I still shut my mouth, smile, act polite and sweat out the 3-4 hour date. I guess that's why I'm always wondering why the guy would want a second date and feel something-cuz I was polite, just not interested-yet still 'pretended to be'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, there are some guys out there who just 'don't bring it to the table'. I'm not talking about the drinks here, I'm talking about manners-common courtesy-how to treat a girl. Call it old-fashioned, call it my grandmother's belief-but here I havta agree, men have to act like gentlemen-especially if they are planning on taking out decent girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I once had a guy who couldn't find parking, so he called my on my cell to come out and meet him. OK, given the circumstance-it was rush hour, there happened to have been a gas leak on the block and it was full of fire engines, ambulances and emergency vehicles-that is understandable, so I walked out and met him (the only guy not in a uniform!). My other friend had a date a few weeks back where the guy texted her to meet him outside. She couldn't understand why, especially when she saw him sitting in his car, parked in a perfect spot. It was weird-but even weirder was him dropping her off a mere hour or so later! Was she rude, impolite or mean!? No, Huvi was extremely sweet, talkative, continued on and pretended everything was normal, even though she realized this was 'not normal behavior' of a guy taking a girl out. After pulling up infront of her house-he drove off, without even waiting until she got inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heck! I wait outside after dropping my friends off at their homes even if its broad daylight or around the corner. What difference does 2 minutes make? I never used to think it did make a difference, but after going through it myself-it makes a MAJOR difference-it means the guy actually cares to make sure you get home safely. After all, once you leave your home with him-you're safety is in &lt;em&gt;his hands&lt;/em&gt; (not literally of course-I'm Shomer!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So guys-step it up a notch-act polite, be nice, even if you're not interested-we all gotta suck it up for a few hours-why shouldn't you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4551797686670875640?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4551797686670875640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-guys-dont-bring-to-table.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4551797686670875640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4551797686670875640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-guys-dont-bring-to-table.html' title='When Guys DON&apos;T Bring to the Table!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-450169326403179301</id><published>2011-03-15T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:05:14.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker Mommies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I go on-&lt;a href="http://yourlife.usatoday.com/sex-relationships/dating/story/2011/03/Do-you-want-your-Jewish-mother-playing-matchmaker/44790184/1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is NOT a Purim Prank! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourlife.usatoday.com/sex-relationships/dating/story/2011/03/Do-you-want-your-Jewish-mother-playing-matchmaker/44790184/1"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a true story about singles trusting their very own mothers to set them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't get me wrong-I absolutely LUV my mom and wouldn't ask for better, but when it comes to setting up your own kids-I mean, I can't help but think of every guy's mom I know and that just makes me think of the  '&lt;em&gt;well no one is good enough for MY son!'&lt;/em&gt; type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was the first time in years that my mom and I actually agreed on the looks of a guy-ya he was cute, he had sparkling eyes, nice hair and a gorgeous smile-I mean, he was HOT and we both agreed on that, only one small problem, now that we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; agreed on a guy-he happened to be NOT Jewish! Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But just think-if your mom got to check out the guy first-obviously he would HAVTA be a great catch-whose mother would let them go out with someone they think isn't 'good enough' for their own kid? So, &lt;a href="http://yourlife.usatoday.com/sex-relationships/dating/story/2011/03/Do-you-want-your-Jewish-mother-playing-matchmaker/44790184/1"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;definitely has a perk to it. I guess it all depends if you trust your own mother to choose your future mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-450169326403179301?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/450169326403179301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/matchmaker-mommies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/450169326403179301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/450169326403179301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/matchmaker-mommies.html' title='Matchmaker Mommies'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6185778506776006718</id><published>2011-03-08T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:39:15.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeshiva Directory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've all done our research, asked friends, cousins, brothers, uncles, relatives, Rabbis, trying to find out about different Yeshivos around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes-all are YESHIVAS, but there are different strokes for different folks. There is an obvious difference between Ohr Somayach and Yeshivas Brisk. The question is, for someone who is not knowledgeable in the 'ways of men being educated in the Frum system' and all the new Yeshivas popping up each year in Israel, the States and abroad-how can we find out what 'type' they are and what the reputation of that Yeshiva is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suggest....(drum roll please) &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Yeshiva Directory&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every so often, I come across some nomadic html website with just txt links of names of yeshivas and rabbis there, but I mean, plain, simple, Yeshiva Name: City: 1-3 words describing what type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't it make life so much simpler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6185778506776006718?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6185778506776006718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeshiva-directory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6185778506776006718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6185778506776006718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/yeshiva-directory.html' title='Yeshiva Directory'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1788578084389691063</id><published>2011-03-08T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:18:55.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Purim</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kgJInVvJSZg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1788578084389691063?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1788578084389691063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-spirit-of-purim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1788578084389691063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1788578084389691063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-spirit-of-purim.html' title='In the Spirit of Purim'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kgJInVvJSZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1356710246041333689</id><published>2011-03-03T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:08:06.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As kids, we are brought up to be polite, say please, thank you, etc. I still remember getting presents that I didn't even want or ask for, yet I rolled my eyes and dragged out the 'THANK YOU' because that is what we were taught to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the past week, I've been fortunate enough to be in a position to 'help out with shidduchim' and be a sorta 'makeshift Shadchan' for some singles. Whilst I sat with papers, profiles, computer databases and sorted through the 'creme de la creme' as the French say and did all the follow up work, I did not ONCE, get a decent 'thanks'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I necessarily &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; the thank you? nopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it common courtesy? yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does it make you feel appreciated and want to help out more? double yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which is why I totally get why my parents brought us up to thank people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a. It tells them we care and feel we &lt;i&gt;appreciate&lt;/i&gt; what they have done for us (even, if in shidduchim all it means is a thought, or a phonecall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b. It makes them feel that they &lt;i&gt;did something for someone else &lt;/i&gt;and the thank you makes them feel good enough to want to do it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, not only did the people I helped out NOT even say thanks-they criticized my choices and were very rude-which is even worse than a non-thank you in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will that stop me from helping others? no sir-ree, I will not let some rude, ungrateful people stop me, in fact I want to prove (to myself?) that there are lotsa other nice people out there and continue on my same mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But just remember-a small little thank you, goes a long LONG way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1356710246041333689?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1356710246041333689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1356710246041333689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1356710246041333689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks-much.html' title='Thanks much?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-9168834718737622504</id><published>2011-03-01T17:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:30:47.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles-Seriously?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I'm obessed with the hit TV series, "Grey's Anatomy" every since it came out. I mean die-hard fan. I got the DVD, the ringtone, watched every episode, cried with them, laughed with them and even dreamed of my own &lt;em&gt;McDreamy&lt;/em&gt; one day soon. That's where my title comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those of you reading this, who aren't in the know, lemme speak my mind and you will understand where my 'seriously?!?!' comes to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone has a title, especially when it comes to Shidduchim. A girl has to have a job title, her parents need job titles, it can't be anything plain and simple Heaven forbid, it has to be something fancy, something that sounds very sophisticated and certainly more educated then to write 'secretary'. I think I've seen them all, from friend's shidduch resumes, to people I've redd shidduchim for, etc. They get very creative or have a REALLY good thesaurus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But today takes the cake! A close friend of mine, Suri, just got a call from a Shadchan who she has been dealing with for a while now. The Shadchan called to tell her that whilst perusing her resume, she noticed that Suri wrote 'secretary' or something similar sounding. The Shadchan asked Suri to please change the resume to state 'office manager' as it &lt;em&gt;sounds better &lt;/em&gt;and then send it back to the Shadchan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SERIOUSLY?!?!??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-9168834718737622504?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/9168834718737622504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/titles-seriously.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9168834718737622504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/9168834718737622504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/03/titles-seriously.html' title='Titles-Seriously?!?!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-8088697790388187159</id><published>2011-02-23T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:43:17.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Real Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's face it girls, we live in a dog-eat-dog world of Shidduchim. Everyone is 'on the market' at some point or other after seminary/college. Everyone is competing for the next best guy around. It's a fashion show for us-who is the thinnest, who has the best hair, whose makeup is AMAZING, who's instyle and who is outdated. Who is well-dressed and put together and who isn't. Who is wearing the heels and who is wearing the flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and a continuous cycle it is-as once one of the girls gets engaged-its who has the bigger diamond, the nicer bracelet, the greater guy, the bigger apartment, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendships get awkward as we are constantly being told not to use 'single' friends as references. It's hard to speak to close friends about dating, especially when you're looking for the same type of guy-as what if you say something bad and your friend is dating the guy or liked him, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So out with the old (friends) it is unfortunately and in with the new-or as I like to say 'the marrieds get married and forget your number, forget to call and text' and the singles remain the true friends-until &lt;i&gt;another one bites the dust!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, this is why I would like to inspire you about having GREAT single friends, as I myself, am very fortunate to have. My close friend, Esty was booking her annual flight to Europe. She has grandparents there that she goes to visit for 2 weeks each year. Shortly before she booked, a mutual friend of ours got engaged. She decided to wait until the friend had her wedding date, so that she shouldn't G-d forbid miss the wedding. When the wedding date was set, Esty booked her flight and arranged to be back for the day of the wedding-which didn't really give her much time in Europe-as everything was set to be soon. Sure enough, Esty's flight back home got cancelled. She tried to get on another flight-not even because she was exhausted from a long red-eye flight, but more importantly, to be at this friend's wedding. She waited long hours in the airport until they were able to get her a connecting flight home. She arrived home shortly before the wedding with enough time, not to unpack, but to shower and get ready. However, Esty was soo tired, she couldn't even drive herself to the wedding. I met up with Esty at the dancing and I hadta say, she looked GREAT. Had I not known what she'd been through just to make it for a friend's wedding I wouldn't have believed it. Not only that-she stayed until the end of the wedding and danced her heart out until literally she couldn't walk straight from lack of sleep for 36 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That my friend, it what I call a GREAT single friend! Someone who goes out of their way to make their friend happy. Someone who thinks of her friend before herself, before her own vacation, before her own exhaustion and to make herself look happy, active and participate in all the dancing and shtick, in order that her friend could have the most awesomest wedding she deserved! (without even mentioning or hinting that she'd just been off a flight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May you all have such wonderful single friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-8088697790388187159?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8088697790388187159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-real-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8088697790388187159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8088697790388187159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-real-friend.html' title='That&apos;s A Real Friend'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5595043899707287192</id><published>2011-02-19T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:07:34.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Make Me Second-Guess Myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don'tcha just hate it when the 'know-it-alls', aka 'married' (even if it was last week's wedding couple) tell you what to do, think for you and make you second-guess your decisions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean, I've been dating for years now, so I get it all the time, yet it STILL bothers me each time it happens. I get it from mothers, grandmothers, newly weds, engaged couples and it &lt;i&gt;drives me mad!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, last week when a mother approached me and told me her daughter had a shidduch for me (her &lt;i&gt;newly married&lt;/i&gt; daughter-let me add) and she started describing the boy, it was everything I wasn't looking for. I smiled politely, let her finish 'giving the description' and then thanked her. After that I gave her the well-mannered version of '&lt;i&gt;I DO appreciate your daughter having me in mind-BUT, it's not what I'm looking for and I'm not comfortable going out with that type of boy'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went away from that convo feeling pretty good about myself, being polite, not interrupting, and even though inside I was steaming-as this woman KNOWS me and KNOWS that I am NOT looking for &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; type, yet insisted and swore by her daughters &lt;i&gt;now newly-married insights&lt;/i&gt; and STILL suggested him-I was polite yet firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, when it just happened that I bumped into one of the local Shadchanim here and we got talking about things in general, and she mentioned a boy who sounded pretty similar, I was a bit annoyed, but STILL didn't wanna jump to conclusions-after all what would the Shadchan have to do with this married and her family and her suggestion? I listened to her describe the boy and then asked her a few main details which the woman from 2 days previous had mentioned in relevance to this specific boy and she was shocked. She asked how I knew. I told her the story and firmly-yet-politely said '&lt;i&gt;well, I guess this woman figured that perhaps if YOU-as a Shadchan suggested it-then I wouldn't be able to say no'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, was I upset? Of course? I'm a big girl now, I make decisions for myself and if I give an answer to someone-I mean it, no matter how they wanna word it, how they wanna describe it or who will suggest it. An answer is an answer-don't make me second guess myself, cuz I won't. I stand firm in my decisions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5595043899707287192?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5595043899707287192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-make-me-second-guess-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5595043899707287192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5595043899707287192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-make-me-second-guess-myself.html' title='Don&apos;t Make Me Second-Guess Myself!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-5817539627882625906</id><published>2011-02-15T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:15:27.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Shidduchim were like Valentines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Isru-Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a shout out to all my fellow readers/bloggers. Whilst spending a few hours in the dark (thanks to a very long blackout &amp;amp; an almost low-batteried iPhone), we sat around saying "IF ___ were like ____, THEN ___"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and I figured, why not challenge y'all to come up with your own, by commenting on this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best line gets it's OWN post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, get your thinking caps on, cuz it better be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If Shidduchim were like Valentines, then (FILL IN THE BLANK)...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-5817539627882625906?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/5817539627882625906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-shidduchim-were-like-valentines.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5817539627882625906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/5817539627882625906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-shidduchim-were-like-valentines.html' title='If Shidduchim were like Valentines...'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4469566914248160263</id><published>2011-02-14T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:51:53.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!</title><content type='html'>Here's a wish for all the Singles out there:&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though you may be home tonight reading a great chick-lit, or watching re-runs of F-R-I-E-N-D-S, or watching the TeVoed episode of last night's Grammys, while curled up in your old, large sweatshirt, with a box of something good and crunchy...alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully next year at this time, you'll be lying on the couch, next to your &lt;b&gt;hubby/wife&lt;/b&gt;, reading a chick-lit (ok, maybe not the men...replace with Sports section), or or watching re-runs of F-R-I-E-N-D-S, or watching the TeVoed episode of last night's Grammys, while curled up in your old, large sweatshirt, with a box of something good and crunchy which you will be sharing with your &lt;b&gt;hubby/wife&lt;/b&gt; sitting next to you, watching together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and hopefully by then, you will be wearing something not-so-old and large!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh, and maybe you won't even be home, but out, spending time as a &lt;b&gt;couple&lt;/b&gt;, doin '&lt;i&gt;things that couples do when in love, y'know, walks on the beach and stuff, y'know'&lt;/i&gt; -ok, I couldn't help myself-getting carried away, with the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But y'get what I mean. Here's to a year filled with chocolate, flowers, (not-so-secret admirers), jewelery and most of all-LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4469566914248160263?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4469566914248160263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4469566914248160263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4469566914248160263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4097549791288408637</id><published>2011-02-13T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:56:55.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men vs. Women</title><content type='html'>Men vs. women [source is unknown]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS BULLETIN - Men and women are NOT alike. Sure, you thought you already knew that. But now we have proof! After countless hours of surveys and studies on the following topics, these facts have emerged: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: &lt;br /&gt;When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life. A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know there's always a chance for us". This is known as the "I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these classes rarely prove effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity: &lt;br /&gt;Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats:&lt;br /&gt;Women look good in hats; men look like dinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their "i's" with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their "p's" and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face at the end of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms:&lt;br /&gt;A man has at most six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The average number of items in a typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groceries:&lt;br /&gt;A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and buys these things. A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lemon and something turning green. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter that the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out:&lt;br /&gt;When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she WILL be ready to go out, as soon as she finds her other earring, finishes putting on her makeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and then slip into Reebok sneakers. She wil carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under her desk. A man will wear one pair of shoes for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors:&lt;br /&gt;Men are vain; they will check themselves out in the mirror. Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface--mirrors, spoons, store windows, toasters, Joe Garagiola's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garages:&lt;br /&gt;Women use garages to park their cars and to store their lawnmowers. Men use garages for many things. They hang license plates in garages, and they watch TV in garages, and they build useless lopsided benches in garages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry:&lt;br /&gt;Women look nice when they wear jewelry. A man can get away with wearing one ring, and that's it. Any more than that, and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Telephone:&lt;br /&gt;Men see the telephone as a communications tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Blows:&lt;br /&gt;Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on television. One of the fighters is felled by a low blow. The woman says "Oh, gee, that must hurt." The man doubles over and actually feels pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;If a woman is out driving and she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. Men consider this to be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for hours, all the while saying things like, "Looks like I've found a new way to get there", and, "I know I'm in the neighborhood. I recognize that White Hen store".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting Mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;Women will sometimes admit making a mistake. The last man who admitted that he was wrong was Gen. George Custer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offspring:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up:&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras:&lt;br /&gt;Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4,000 for state-of-the-art equipment, and build darkrooms, and take photography classes. Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics:&lt;br /&gt;Men love to talk politics, but often they forget to do political things such as voting. Women are very happy that another generation of Kennedys is growing up and getting into politics, because they will be able to campaign for them and cry on election night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry:&lt;br /&gt;Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago, before he will do the laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings:&lt;br /&gt;When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about "the ceremony". Men talk about "the bachelor party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks:&lt;br /&gt;Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear strange socks. They are cut way below the ankles, have pictues of clouds on them, and have a big fuzzy ball on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys:&lt;br /&gt;Little girls love to play with toys. Then, when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men never grow out of their obsession wih toys. As they older, their toys simply become more expensive and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TV's, car phones, complicated juicers and blenders, graphic equalizers, small robots that serve cocktails on command, video games, anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least six "D" batteries to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants:&lt;br /&gt;A woman asks a man to water her plants while she is on vacation. The man waters the plants. The woman comes home five days later, to an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows why this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustaches:&lt;br /&gt;Some men look good with mustaches. Those men are Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds. There are no women who look good with mustaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of female body-builders, who call each other names like "Ultimate Pecs" and "Big Turk", women eschew the use of nicknames. If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle get together for lunch, they will call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack go out for a brewsky, they will affectionately refer to each other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut Brain and Useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4097549791288408637?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4097549791288408637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/men-vs-women.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4097549791288408637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4097549791288408637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/men-vs-women.html' title='Men vs. Women'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-3894823974060935417</id><published>2011-02-13T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:16:49.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Install Love?</title><content type='html'>CAN YOU INSTALL LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Can you install LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I can do that. I’m not very techinical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma’am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now. Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: What programs are running ma’am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let me see...I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of ist own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma’am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: My pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, I’m done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops...I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says “ERROR 412 – PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS.“ What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Don’t worry ma’am, that’s a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but on non-technical terms it means you have to “LOVE“ your own machine before it can “LOVE“ others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Can you find the directory “SELF-ACCEPTANCE“?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Excellent, you are getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: You’re welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the “MYHEART“ DIRECTORY: FORGIVENESS.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, REALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will. Thank you for your help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-3894823974060935417?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/3894823974060935417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-you-install-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3894823974060935417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/3894823974060935417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-you-install-love.html' title='Can You Install Love?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-6315820108868168674</id><published>2011-02-12T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:24:52.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age Shidduch Tefillah</title><content type='html'>I’m behaving with my best behavior&lt;br /&gt;because I need a major favor.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not asking for money or an expensive "toy"&lt;br /&gt;all I want is one good boy.&lt;br /&gt;please let him have personality &amp; good looks&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a frankenstein that’s for the books"&lt;br /&gt;he should be learning in yeshiva, "sitting the bench"&lt;br /&gt;and yeh, please make sure he’s a big mentch.&lt;br /&gt;and just remember that every week I hold the havdallah candle very high&lt;br /&gt;that’s to make sure that he’s a taaaaall guy.&lt;br /&gt;don’t let him be fat, overweight or obese,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not a hatzoloh/shomrim macher with all the keys.&lt;br /&gt;he should be polished, well dressed and in style,&lt;br /&gt;and its a plus if he has a nice looking smile.&lt;br /&gt;let his family be normal, I don’t want a nebachdik mishpacha,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; good GIVING uncontrolling, un-butting in in-laws are a major bracha.&lt;br /&gt;I hate shidduchim, they’re such a pain,&lt;br /&gt;id rather get stuck in a storm of rain.&lt;br /&gt;I hate dating, I hate tu bishvat,&lt;br /&gt;this whole freezer thing should defrost and rot.&lt;br /&gt;whatever u do, just get me outta this situation,&lt;br /&gt;it gives me headaches, stomach aches &amp; other complications.&lt;br /&gt;I’m behaving very good,&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to do whatever I should&lt;br /&gt;I daven mincha, tehilim, I say the zivug prayer - hey, whatever it takes!&lt;br /&gt;just send me my man already, for heavens sakes!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE help me put an end to this annoying stage of my life&lt;br /&gt;and help me become the right guys wife.&lt;br /&gt;don’t torture me, don’t make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;all I’m asking for is MY one guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-6315820108868168674?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/6315820108868168674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-age-shidduch-tefillah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6315820108868168674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/6315820108868168674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-age-shidduch-tefillah.html' title='New Age Shidduch Tefillah'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-1921407019325223378</id><published>2011-02-10T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:14:04.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shadchan Parody- a Grenade by Shir Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0_k7PtxKdGM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-1921407019325223378?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/1921407019325223378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadchan-parody-grenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1921407019325223378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/1921407019325223378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/shadchan-parody-grenade.html' title='The Shadchan Parody- a Grenade by Shir Soul'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0_k7PtxKdGM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-4876865067611410853</id><published>2011-02-10T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:04:55.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we PLEEZ Skip the System?</title><content type='html'>OK, guys &amp;amp; gals-we have GOT to get outta this 'Shidduch System'.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've officially had it. Everything is 'official', 'planned', 'systematized', 'categorized', etc. so much so that everything is second guessing each other. Heck-I'm beginning to second guess my every thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why can't it just be as they have it in all the chick flicks i.e. 2 gals walkin down a busy Manhattan street, as they chat and gossip about their days, they see a couple of cute guys walking past. They turn around, count to 15 (ok, maybe like 7) and then follow &lt;i&gt;discretely&lt;/i&gt; behind the men. They end up in a quaint coffee shop/dairy restaurant and end up sitting pretty close. As they order, one of the men hear the girl ordering something that sounds exotic and he questions her about her choice, which in turn gets them talking as to how she knows about her selection and when she first had it, etc. they each have nice convos, find each other interesting, chat throughout their meal and end up taking down the other's number to continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plain. Simple. Neat. Clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no 'in-betweener', no 'shadchan', no 'accept match and wait for answer', no 'emailing photos', no 'fax the resume first'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why can't things just be simple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truth is-even if I see a guy who catches my eye, I wouldn't walk right up to them. Heck-for all I know, he could be married, or even have kids! and THAT would be quite embarrassing, &lt;i&gt;hitting on a married man!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So...singles, help me out here. Any suggestions on how to 'skip the system'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-4876865067611410853?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/4876865067611410853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-pleez-skip-system.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4876865067611410853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/4876865067611410853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-we-pleez-skip-system.html' title='Can we PLEEZ Skip the System?'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7959111291997881512.post-8737604369302586061</id><published>2011-02-08T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:25:14.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>got this from a friend..won't take it personally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/TVFuWYYbOJI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Y4a-CJ9Bnaw/s1600/image21%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571355544815089810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/TVFuWYYbOJI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Y4a-CJ9Bnaw/s400/image21%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7959111291997881512-8737604369302586061?l=shidduchscene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/feeds/8737604369302586061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-friendwont-take-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8737604369302586061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7959111291997881512/posts/default/8737604369302586061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shidduchscene.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-friendwont-take-it.html' title='got this from a friend..won&apos;t take it personally'/><author><name>Single on the Scene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848405298234990241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/Spv1iZEtt1I/AAAAAAAABz8/F40NDXtEFZA/S220/pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un4Kuqc3UaA/TVFuWYYbOJI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Y4a-CJ9Bnaw/s72-c/image21%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
