These are the graphs that didn’t make the cut for the top ten Tuesday. Their great sin was either not being good enough or being too complicated an idea. Complicated doesn’t faze me, and I’m no perfectionist, so here you are. They’re nowhere near as neat as SDs, but, as mentioned, they’re a little more complicated. Also, I started out in OpenOffice and had to switch them to PowerPoint so I could change them to JPEGs… that’s why it took this long to get them up. Enjoy.
I just started reading through some blogs yesterday to avoid updating my resume. (And by that I mean my professional resume, in case anyone thought I needed to wash my mouth out with soap.)
A few posts I’d like to highlight:
SiBaW wants to know what to say to single friends in place of “Im yirtzah Hashem by you.” I don’t really get the question. Why do you have to say something? They say mazal tov. You say thank you. Isn’t that how it goes?
Sunny copied the self description from someone else’s profile onto her own. I totally commiserate with the “How am I supposed to describe myself?” problem she had. Maybe that’s a future post. But it’s kinda funny to take the part of the profile where your personality is really supposed to shine through and use someone else’s self-description there…
Some people took issue with graph three in the Top Ten Tuesday. I would like to take the opportunity to explain my reasoning.
I suppose, if I were permitted to suggest complicated graphs (Blobby wasn’t a fan), I would put in a spike for the first and second date. I mean, I don’t know about you, but I was quite convinced that I might marry the first guy I went out with. The idea was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Until I met him. Then I was just disappointed. I went to sleep thinking that if this was the guy I was fated to spend the rest of my life with, then fate was cruel indeed. But I’d give him another chance because what did I know? He might grow on me…
Thankfully, it was not my first date’s first date, and he ended the torment.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t get excited about each date. Not at the same wedding-planning level, but close enough. Oh, I act unconcerned enough. I roll my eyes when I hear the “this fellow really sounds like a match” from the parents, and I listen listlessly to what his neighbors and aunts have to say, and then shrug and say “Yeah, I’ll go out with him. Why not.”
But then while I’m applying lipstick I’m thinking, “His uncle said he was nice. You want a nice boy. This really is promising.”
To which my Second Thought retorts that they’re all nice, you can’t find a guy who isn’t nice, except for the ones who aren’t, but you only notice that nobody called them nice until after the date during which he failed to be nice. And half the time the reason they call them nice is because they’re boring.
“But he dogsleds as a hobby. How cool is that? (No pun intended.) He could be interesting and nice. And it sounds like he might have a similar approach to things. He really could be the one.”
Second Thought rushes to wipe the hopeful smile off my face. You know how many guys you’ve gone out with interesting hobbies and maybe similar hashkafos? And how many of them turned out to have serious personality flaws that precluded your ever being able to get on together? Don’t get ahead of yourself. First meet the guy and then see if you still think he could be the one.
“But he’s in his final year in medical school in Memphis! Just think: if we date for three months and get engaged for three we can be married right after graduation! It’s perfect! This could really work out!”
Yeah yeah – you’ve been out with those too. All these perfect possible arrangements – guys with local apartments, guys with local jobs, guys with local schools or yeshivos, guys with matching graduation dates, guys with no graduation dates… notice how you’re not married yet? Just cuz it looks like a perfect arrangement to you, doesn’t mean God’s going to arrange it. So go pick out a necklace and stop being so optimistic. You know you’re just going to be disappointed.
That’s the dialog in my head on date night, more or less. So, I maintain – at least in my case – the same hopefulness is there, it’s just methodically squashed by a hyper-rational defense mechanism. Hence my flat line. If nobody else on the planet goes through that kind of self-dialog then I apologize for the graph. And I kinda feel sorry for you – especially the people who wanted to replace it with an inverse relationship. You do realize that eventually inverses go negative, right? I think you really want logarithmic. Blobby refused to do an inverse exponential, but technically, it’s probably closer to your reality…
PS: For the commenter who said she wished she was in on the conversation: you probably imagine us giggling over the phone late at night or something fun like that. It was more like us snipping at each other via IM. You didn’t miss anything.
Bad for Shidduchim 