Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Teach Me to Trust Again

"Since _____ may be an issue, I wanted to run it by you first," she said. 

"Uh-huh." My gut is not happy. "Okay, um, let me look into it and I'll get back to you." 

Out comes the tablet, my parents looking on in delight. Flick, flick, flick. "She said that he didn't go to movies and went to learn in Israel in his 20s, so he's probably not on Facebook . . ." 

My searches are coming up blank, even though his occupation should have given me something. As a last-ditch effort, I punch his name into Facebook. Ah! There he is. Ouch. Wait, lady, you call that yeshivish? Ew, that picture is gross! There are privacy settings for a reason, dude! 

"Check this out." I brandish the screen before the folks' shocked faces. 

"Well, that's a no, then." 

I politely wait a second day, pretending to be researching thoroughly. Then I call. "I'm looking for someone more . . . serious." 

"How did you find out so fast?" she says. 

Huh. Not an effusive "What do you mean, of course he's a serious boy!" She actually said, "How did you find out so fast?

"Facebook." 

"Oh. I hope you aren't offended." 

Well. Not even a faked "I don't see how one date can hurt." She took the effort to call me up with a suggestion that she knew was problematic.

That's it, people. I'm not believing nobody no mo.  

3 comments:

Sun inside Rain said...

That is all kinds of wrong. I'm so sorry.

Altie said...

I got pretty good at researching guys, and like you my first stop is Facebook. Most of the time if I can't find him it's just spelled wrong. But ya pictures can definitely be off putting especially return it doesn't match up with the profile.
Once, a guy's name was weird and I wasn't finding him anywhere. I tried searching with his email address and found him with same picture under a completely different name. Super weird.

Princess Lea said...

Sun: Hey, Sun!

"All kinds of wrong" is right. Deep breaths help.

Altie: I find it so cute how people don't seem to realize that you can't hide anymore. That's what my mother marvels at whenever I can pull up this sort of telling information: "You just can't hide anymore." Especially when they go around advertising it! What do they expect?