She looks worried, and I'm not sure why.
"Well, um . . ." she begins, "that guy I was telling you about? It seems that . . . " she wrings her hands.
He said no? This reaction seems a bit overboard.
"He . . . he . . ."
"He . . . he . . ."
He's a serial killer?
"He got engaged."
That's it?
"Oh, how nice!"
She looks at me suspiciously.
For the most part, whenever I hear that someone got engaged, even if the guy was a potential date, I'm happy for them. After all, if he got engaged obviously I'm not his bashert, right?
"But I'm so sorry," she continues. "Are you okay?"
Um, I never met him before. Why should I care?
"How about that other guy you mentioned?"
"You're still on that?" she replies, a tad annoyed.
Well, yeah. Just because a complete stranger got engaged doesn't mean my life is over. Picture it: sobbing of epic proportions in a darkened bedroom surrounded by empty ice cream tubs sticking to the floor as I mourn the loss of a guy I never met.
Pass a spoon. So I can throw it at you.
4 comments:
You write these little snippets so, so well.
Also, there is never a good reason not to eat ice cream. Just sayin.
If I gorge on ice cream, it won't be over a nonexistent date! I won't waste perfectly good ice cream on him. If I eat it, it won't be because of some feller.
And thanks.
Hey PL ....
I just want o slap a lot of these people setting you up! I admire your wit ,resilience and amazing middos .
If I can help you with shidduch in any way let me know!!
Blushing . . .
In the end, I don't end up writing about the good stories as they're boooooring. Everyone likes to pool their bad date/shadchan stories and laugh about them.
Thanks!
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