Hard-to-marry-off children have been worrying parents since Genesis, when Leah, her eyes tender from the sadness of being unwanted, took part in a hoax to trick Jacob — her younger, prettier sister\’s suitor — into marrying her.
Dating can be scary. Dating in a foreign country can be petrifying.
Relationships in my life never seem to end. Guys are always calling me back, weeks, months, years later. My life is like an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie: He\’ll be back. After a breakup I try to remember this, that there are never any goodbyes, just au revoirs. Trickle Trickle Drip Drip.
Before I found my incredible guy, I was engaged to someone whom I went out with for two and half years — probably two years too long. Of course, after we broke up, everyone I knew said that he was just \”OK\” and that I deserved someone better.
Writers as varied as Shakespeare and Sir Walter Scott have written of the exotic beauty of Jewish women. But what about Jewish men?
We\’re compiling the best stories of people who met through The Journal to run as part of our 20th anniversary edition.
They say that familiarity breeds contempt, but I\’m thinking that when you meet so many strangers in so short a time, familiarity might just breed comfort. You see a guy\’s picture 20 times, you begin to feel you know him. Maybe the first time he wrote to you, you weren\’t sure about him — maybe he even creeped you out — but a year or two later he practically seems like family (possibly that family member you want to avoid, but family nonetheless).
I had prepped my boyfriend for what he was going to encounter. From a Hebrew 101 lesson the night before, to a quick 1-2-3 seder crash course in the car ride over.
When it comes to relationships, girls are all about group think. We poll all our friends; we share all the evidence.
According to some once-doting men, I\’m terrific. I\’m also beautiful, talented, smart, sassy, funny, dynamic, cute and sweet. To make matters worse, I\’d make a fantastic mother. And the final blow? Apparently … I\’m a catch. I listen intently to my lover-gone-evil dumper\’s compliments — and cringe. Somehow my fairy tale has gone awry.
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