The post below reminded me of the last time I was asked for a photograph. I don’t really have a picture of me. At least, not an official one. There are pictures of me at my birthday party, or presenting a research poster, wearing a Purim costume, and climbing a tree, but that’s not really the sort of thing I imagine you send along to prospective dates, as illuminating as they might be.
My cousin’s mother-in-law has taken into her head to marry me off. So, having located a single young man who sounded vaguely right, she contacted my mother with the stats and asked for a picture. My mother forwarded me the email (in which the guy sounded just like everyone else) and asked if I could reply with a photo. I sent the profile photo that serves as my avatar on WordPress. I happen to like it. Others give me mixed reviews. My cousin’s MiL was just bemused.
At the next family get-together, her son accosted me and asked about the photograph. “Why didn’t you send a real picture?” he asked.
“I did,” I replied. “It’s very real. It took me a half-hour to take, also. It’s very difficult to get a photo like that.” (Though, granted, it was taken to illustrate an article entitled “Bad Hair Day.”)
“You should send a nice photo, like how you look now,” he said, throwing in a compliment as incentive. “Men need a little visual persuasion, you know.”
“I don’t have a photograph,” I said.
“You should take one,” he pressed.
I said I’d think about it. I guess it was one of his friends. No rush.
When I mentioned this to NEF #11, she told me that when her BFF’s mother asked for a photo, she sent one of her with a snake around her neck. (Am I giving away her ID here? How many people have pictures of themselves with snakes around their necks? Hazard of the friendship, I guess.) They went out, he proposed, she accepted, and I began to wonder if the off-beat photo might not be a bad idea.
Then, one day, as she logged into Facebook with him peering over her shoulder, he exclaimed, “Hey, awesome picture!”
“You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?”
“No, why would I?”
So, young single women, don’t walk off with the lesson that snakes charm men. Chances are the photo won’t get past the shadchan.