These small setbacks don’t get me down anymore— because I know just what to do: Call another shadchan!
I’ve found a great solution: call my new friends instead. Who? The billion and one shadchanim I’ve been hopping between these past few years, of course.
With shadchanim, I’m almost guaranteed a, “Thanks for calling! What are you up to these days? Catch me up.”
Hear the difference?
Sometimes I worry I’m overdoing the calling thing, and one day I’ll reach someone’s voicemail only to hear: “If this is Nechama Gutwein, I’ve issued a restraining order against you and have joined the witness protection program. Please don’t attempt to contact me again.” But so far, so good.
(In my defense, shadchanim tell me they want to hear from me every couple of weeks. So I bump it up to once a week? Hishtadlus!)
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