I must have been pretty glum this day, to come up with such a cheery outlook on dating. I mean, when you compare dating to foot binding, really, dating comes out ahead.
I have never regretted pushing off a date to study for a test. Want to know why? Cuz I’m still single.
What bugged me most was that these guys would take two weeks to approve me, but I was expected to date him within 48 hours to prevent him from getting “busy” with someone else instead. Can’t you make phone calls for two weeks while I go study for my finals?
I was feeling a bit glum when I wrote this post about being jaded.
If I was jaded then, I’m post-jaded now. Dating is just this thing I do when I’d rather be scrapbooking. Sometimes it’s more interesting. Generally, it’s not as lasting. Sometimes, it produces memories that ought to be scrapbooked.
A quote from the post Clueless:
“I never dreamed that at this point in the game [with one son married and two more children ‘in the parsha’ for 2 and 3 years respectively] that I would still be so clueless about how the shidduch system works.”
And a quote from our Shabbos table:
Mother: Two new boys this week!
Father: (perks up) Really? Who?
Mother: Cousin Sarah had a boy and neighbor Rivky had a boy.
Father: Oh. Mazal tov. But too young for my daughter.
Me: Aaabbaaa… You have a one-track mind.
Father: It’s a millenia-old track. Haven’t you read your Megillas Rus recently? Ne’ami tells her daughters-in-law that even if she were to get married that night, they’d have to wait too long for her sons to grow up.
And a final observation from Me 101:
One thing about dating – it’s a great way to learn all sorts of things about oneself that one didn’t know before.
You’re great – therefore it’s a pity you are not married. Or, you’re great – therefore you deserve to get married. Or, y0u’re great – let’s prevent you from making us feel inadequate by getting your married to hobble your greatness…?
When I was young, I thought that mentioning that you were dating was dreadful and embarrassing Then I realized that it could often be more embarrassing not to. And then I stopped caring. These days, the taboo is so far gone that I recently found out that the guy I was first-dating for lunch was first-dating my friend for supper. But that’s a different story.