Dating Today

Dear Goldy:

I went out a few times with a girl. The next thing I know, the shadchan calls and told me that the girl doesn’t want to see me again. The reason: She thought I was too argumentative and that I disagreed “with everything she was saying.”

Dear Goldy:

Don’t yell when I tell you I’m 27 and was fed up with the whole dating thing. Every fellow was a cookie-cutter image of the previous one I went out with, except for their names and professions. I didn’t want to date “this type.”

Dear Goldy:

I know you can relate to my issue. I’ve been in the parshah for decades and, baruch Hashem, I’ve gone out with plenty of men/boys. I’ve had a dry spell or two, but for the most part I’ve been dating. As you can imagine, if I’ve gone out for decades, then I may have dated hundreds of guys. You’re right. I didn’t keep a journal or will write book like you did. It was more for me. I’d write the guy’s name, a line or two about him, and the date, and that was it. It was really for the purpose of if I was ever redt to the same person and I couldn’t remember him or details... It’s not like I’m the only one doing this. Friends do it and I’m sure plenty of singles, male and female, do it.

I am going to begin by typing that I’m aware that this is a very sensitive topic for some. I will be as delicate as possible.

Dear Goldy:

 Almost a year ago, after 23 years of marriage, my husband left me. He said it was one of those “wait for the kids to get older so they can handle it better” type of situations. Really? Because I was in the dark about that. I didn’t know he was waiting to divorce me. I didn’t know he was putting on a happy face and making sure to say all the right things at the right times. When I told him that he said he thought it was an unspoken agreement between us, he was shocked that I was shocked. He said he thought I knew that we weren’t getting along anymore, had different interests, grew apart. I forgot all he said – but whatever it was, “we” hadn’t done any of it. He did.

Dear Goldy:

One of my friends redt a shidduch for me. The guy was one of her husband’s friends. I was told up front that he lives in France, but “is moving” to New York, so the next few months may have a lot back and forth. I was fine with that.