Dear Goldy:

I’m trying to figure out how to describe myself; but every time I do, it sounds conceited. Let’s put it this way: If I were a goy and went to public school, I’d be captain of the cheerleading squad.

Dear Goldy:

I’m feeling down on myself. The last three guys I went out with were so off the mark; it was like they were from a different planet. But, of course, each shadchan had great things to say about each of them, and each reference... I guess these shadchanim don’t know me or what I need.

Dear Goldy:

I’m a horrible friend. I feel so bad for what I did to one of my closest friends, someone I’ve known for over a decade. I feel lower than low. But if I tell her what I did, I risk losing the friendship. I know she’ll be angry. I can handle anger. But I don’t want to lose her.

Dear Goldy:

I am utterly disgusted. I’m kind of new to the whole dating parshah phase for my children. My daughter is married, but she met her husband in school, so there was no need for a shadchan or anything like that. My 22-year-old son recently told me that he was ready to date; he has his degree, has been working, building up his savings. It was music to my ears. I didn’t want to rush him, but now he was coming to me because he didn’t know where to start.