A bunch of us were sitting around yattering about dating when I got sick of it all. I asked if we could please proceed to have a conversation that had nothing to do with shidduchim.
I look around the group. One friend is looking wide-eyed and scared, like I asked her to chop off her right arm. Another is looking startled, like I’d just asked her to stop breathing. Another raised an eyebrow and said, “What else is there to talk about?”
“The weather,” I said. “It’s always changing, for a reason. So we can talk about it.”
“It’s usually a bad sign if you’re talking about the weather,” another friend put in.
Well guess what – we started discussing that, and we managed to pull off another hour without ever once mentioning shidduchim.
So it can be done. Congrats and many more.