Last week, my wife and I took our kids to Liberty Science Center. There was an obvious shidduch date there, and I asked my wife why the guy couldn’t leave his
hat in the car. Does wearing a hat during a date make you a more “desirable” commodity? Have we come to such stupidity? I asked my neighbor “Gilmour” (so dubbed by
Jacob Da Jew) his feelings, and if the shidduch crisis was somewhat manufactured by our own stupidity. He agreed that much of it is. He told me of a girl he knows who broke up with a guy because the guy rolled up his sleeves. I can understand looking into a prospective mate. My Rav told me his wife checked him out during davening to see how he davened before they got married. What’s the silliest reason you know that people break a shidduch?
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Hey, you want a good shidduch story? My brother went on a date with a girl. She wouldnt talk. Period. Every time he asked her a question, she gave a monosyllabic response. Turns out her brother had told her that only the guy is supposed to make conversation during the first two dates. Needless to say, he didn't continue.
I second that hat wearing in science museum is not the brightest idea but what can you do if a shidduch is broken because of rolled up sleeves.
We were talking at the meal today about dating stories. I won with the shortest date ever:
He picks her up, unlocks his door, reaches over and pulls up the lock on the passenger door for her. She opens the door, reaches in and pulls up the lock on the back door, closes the door and opens the back door, gets in. He's a bit dumbfounded, but he reacts well. He started the car, drove around the block and came back to her house. he turns off the engine and says, "Okay, dates over."
I guess she was too frum to sit next to a boy. Does she understand what marriage involves?
Endofworld- are you sure the mono syllabic response wasn't the product of our great Bais Yaakov system backed up by Touro graduates?
Mikeinmidwood- I think he should be able to pull off his hat like the Amazing Mumford from Sesame St. and say Ala-peanut-butter-sandwiches and make a kollel salary appear out of his hat.
Frumpunk- I used to have a friend who lived in the now defunct jewish section of Staten Island, called St. George. She told me a guy actually suggested a ferry ride as a fun time. She was so annoyed that she agreed if she could be picked up in the city. She convinced him to put the car on the boat, and slyly directed him to her house. The guy had no idea what was going on as they pulled up in front of her house as she opened the door and said goodbye.
Such retardness. I can't even begin.
People seem to have lost sight of the important things in life! Like-MIDOS! How does the boy/girl relate to his parents, siblings and even the waiter at a resteraunt! Midos count! Look at how they daven as the rebetzin did, and whether not they greet people with a smile. Who wants to be with a grouch even if he does wear a black hat?
Persistant flatulance would be a deal breaker for me.
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