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What is chivalry?

Once, I went out with this guy who was really traditional — not Jewishly, but when it came to dating. He believed in chivalry: If we drove somewhere, he would always run around to my side and open the door, even though it took longer and I was perfectly capable of opening it myself.

Stuck between two worlds

A few weeks ago, I finally saw \”Juno,\” a movie I\’d been told was \”uber-cute,\” \”amazing\” and just \”soooo good.\” And I\’ve become one of many Juno-obsessed. But unlike others who are doting mostly on the movie\’s dialogue, soundtrack and sweatbands, the movie got me pondering about who really makes a good parent. And when.

The oddly idyllic portrait of teenage pregnancy — which began with a cartoon sketch, a hamburger phone and a big orange jug of Sunny D — introduced a smart-ass 16-year-old Juno (Ellen Page), who makes a very grown up decision. The perpetually tomboyish, ironic, T-shirt-clad kid realizes that she is not ready to be a mom. Instead, she\’ll find the perfect parents to raise it.

On marrying out

When I was 25, my Orthodox girlfriends and I discussed at what age, if we weren\’t married, we might sleep with someone. The question was deeper than its \”Sex and the City\” nature might sound (although those girls had made that decision a long time ago).

The cultivator

He saved a stub from Dec. 24.

I know this because I saw it on his desk.

After we\’d broken up; when we shouldn\’t have been talking, and when I certainly shouldn\’t have been in his home.

Burden of proof

Where are they? I doubt I just overlooked a giant pool of eligible men. I always notice talent. Is there some underground society of bachelors who are just waiting to spontaneously surface? That\’s what my friend Ann and I think. It\’s the only explanation. Somewhere there must be a secret clubhouse where all these good guys are hiding, where all the other fish are swimming.

Almost . . .

As time passes, the memories that you built with your \”almost\” lose their tainted nature, and you can once again smile at them. Life changes, and before you know it, you walk around the corner and into the arms of your \”beshert,\” and all you can wish for is that all of your \”almosts\” will find theirs as well. So while I\’m sitting around with my family this Thanksgiving, I\’ll be sure to add a silent thank you to all of my \”almosts,\” as they helped me find what I\’ve been searching for.

The Connector

But they can\’t give me credit — only God can. It says if you make three successful shidduchim, three matches, you automatically go to heaven. And this High Holy Day season I was thinking that I\’d really like an automatic pass. (\”Go directly to heaven. Do not pass hell; do not collect $200.) Three should be easy enough. I meet so many guys who just because they aren\’t for me doesn\’t mean they wouldn\’t be good for someone. What if this is my purpose in life? What if the point of my meeting so many people is to serve as what Malcolm Gladwell, in his book, \”The Tipping Point,\” calls \”The connector?\” I feel heady with possibilities.

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