I owe you guys an apology.
If you’re reading this, then you’re awesome. You keep coming back, trusting me to put up fresh, interesting content, and I have been letting you down recently. And, unfortunately, I am about to let you down even more.
A couple of years ago I tried writing a VBA program to simulate the dating process. When I ran my code, it got caught in an infinite loop. Taking this as a stamp of realism, I abandoned the virtual dating code and went back to reality’s dating code. I was living in the infinite loop, going out with new guys every few months on an endless reel of first and second dates.
Well, recently, a software developer offered to help me drop out of the loop.
And I accepted.
This makes me an NEF, the butt of my own jokes, and no longer suitable to author this blog. With this post, I tender my resignation, effective immediately. Reposts will continue regularly until they reach today’s date. I sincerely apologize to everyone who is disappointed or inconvenienced in any way and wish you all the best.
PS: Since you are doubtless wondering: Blogging is both bad and good for shidduchim. Sometimes for the same shidduch.
PPS: And sometimes 42 really is the answer.
I would be remiss if, even in retirement, I didn’t post this wonderful article by the NewRepublic about the shidduch crisis. I mean, it’s not enough that we embarrass ourselves by panicking about all those unmarried women dying of old age, unhappiness, recreational time, and discretionary income. No: the internet must know about it too.
Dubbed “NYC’s Most Desperate Single Man” by the New York Post, and his name is Yossi.
HT to OA.
So, I remember that time a guy brought a pack of cards on a date. It was from a board game, but the point was to ask people things you would never otherwise ask them. Like, personal questions. Sometimes nosy. The second one that came up for me was, “What’s the most embarrassing thing in your bathroom?”
“Uh…” I said. I could think of a lot of things in my bathroom that would be embarrassing to talk about on a first date.
Needless to say, that game didn’t do much for our date, which died in the water.
I’ve had a card game like that (The Ungame) be more successful later on in the dating, like, once you’ve actually got to a point where you feel comfortable discussing, at least, the contents of your kitchen, if not your bathroom.
Anyway, SYAS has entered the dating card game game.
Some of the essential questions it covers: “What do you think of a woman earning more than her partner?” & “What would you do if you had to entertain a 5-year-old for a day?” & “Do you prefer meat, dairy, or pareve?” (What?) Well hey. If you don’t get any mileage out of the questions, you might get some out of making fun of the game.
Who doesn’t love ‘em? Read these dating gaffes. You know you want to.
“You nevah know from where a shidduch can come!” That was the reasoning that was supposed to compel me to attend the weddings of strangers, and various other events, in the hope that a Woman in Black would take pity on me and set me up with my future husband.
Well, it’s true. You nevah know. Your Woman in Black might actually be a Man in Brown, like this UPS truck driver, who delivers more than just packages. (HT to the Overland Park fan.)