When would it finally be my turn? When would I be able to finally have a home ofmy own?
Whoa. I couldn’t believe it. Never in a million years did I think that I would be the girl to date first out of all her friends.
But here I was with my friends, barely back from seminary, having a party deciding which outfit I should wear and which shoes go with it. We had to decide how to wear my hair and how much makeup was enough makeup but not too much.
My friend Malki left me a big mug full of chocolates as she left my house. I was giddy with excitement.
For about five seconds. Back then I didn’t know the shidduch lingo. Now I know that it was a DOA (dead on arrival). What a bummer of a date.
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