As usual, a downpour of suggestions descended on my head around finals time. But one problem with going out with the same guy for a while: the stream of names piles up like a river behind a dam.
Of course, this leaves one with the pleasant sensation of being in high demand. If only briefly, and due to artificial manipulation of market conditions, I can wave a hand airily and say “Shidduch crisis? I’ve got guys lined up around the block.” It’ll be a sensation worth remembering during months of drought.
“Okay,” I rubbed my hands together, after the dam broke up and dispersed downriver. “Let’s deal with the queue.”
Now, I’m not really familiar with lists. I don’t usually have a list. So I haven’t got a clue how to deal with them. How do guys do it? Do you go out in chronological order of suggestion, or do you jump to the ones who sound more interesting?
Neither worked for me, in this case. I had two potentials who had been suggested within hours of each other, and whose background checks were completed simultaneously. Moreover, there were pros and cons unearthed for both.
“So,” I asked the parental units, “Which one should I go out with?”
They weren’t sure either. I mean, as the female half of the shidduch system, we’re used to having these kinds of decisions made by the other party. Getting wait-listed or rejected is the state of being. And while it’s never fun to be rejected, there’s some comfort in not having to make important decisions.
“I dunno,” my father sighed. “I have no feelings one way or another. Might as well flip a coin.”
“Hey, why not?”
“Flip a coin?”
Uneasy exchange of glances. Is this ethical? Shrugs all around. Nobody can think of a compelling reason not to, aside from a general uneasiness at the idea of being, as my father put it, so flippant.
So we flipped.
“Right, so heads is Guy 1 and tails is Guy 2.”
“Heads is Guy 1 and tails is Guy 2.”
“I haven’t done this in years…” my father pulled out a quarter and positioned it on his thumb. Despite being rusty, he managed a snappy little flip, and there was George Washington, staring studiously ahead.
Sheepish glances all around. Everyone is thinking, ‘This is weird, right?’ But seriously, is there a better way to do it?
Thank goodness they hadn’t checked out a third potential – we would have been reduced to eenie meenie miney mo.