“He’s supposed to be naturally cool! I want a guy who is super put together, ideally someone with money...”
“How long have you been in shidduchim?” I said, modulating my voice so the eye roll wouldn’t come through.
“SIX months. I got back from seminary in June, and it’s already January, and I haven’t had a single date.”
“Got it. So all your friends are married?”
“Well, maybe not all….”
“How many?”
“Um, five girls in my class.”
I paused for a moment so she could hear herself. Then I moved on to the next claim.
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