“I have to be honest with you, dear. It just seems problematic to me that you’d want to take it easy at this age”
I see your eagle eyes skim the room, and I quickly look away, but you never fail to spot me when I least want to see you. You confidently stride up to me and start firing questions: “What’s your name? Are you so-and-so’s daughter? Didn’t your sister just get married? Are you next?”
I respond to your questions calmly. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, too. Yes, I am so-and-so’s daughter. Baruch Hashem, my sister recently got married. And… uh-huh, I’m next,” I reply.
You lean in close and loudly whisper in my ear, “Are you in shidduchim?”
For a moment, I feel a wave of panic. Then I compose myself and reply calmly, “Not really, we’re in no rush, and I’m still very young. I want to take it easy for the moment, and I’ll see, im yirtzeh Hashem….”
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