Conversation with non-Jewish gentleman.
Him: “…so, do you want a family?”
Me: surprised “Of course.” I mean, who wouldn’t? Oh wait, the woman who told me yesterday that she prefers dogs because you can put them in the yard when they get annoying. “But first I need to find a guy.”
Him: surprised “Well there must be plenty of orthodox Jewish men around, aren’t there? I mean, that’s what you want, right?”
Me: “Yes, of course, but…” But what? To him, you just made it sound like you’re looking for water in a desert. “But I still need to find the right one.”
Him: Still looks bemused. And no wonder. I’m a young woman with a large community of men to meet who sounds like she’s practically given up on finding a mate after a prolonged and arduous search that hasn’t turned up any results. Am I not being a little pathetic? I’ve gone out with a significant but still relatively small number of men compared to the amount of potentials out there. I’m in a forest of guys, and I feel, act, and speak as if I’m in a desert.
Zoom out. Refocus. Whoa, what a view.