Dear Goldy,
I have done every segulah anyone ever mentioned to me (and my mother). I’ve davened, been to Amukah several times, recited Shir Hashirim for a month several times throughout the past years, and have worn my friends’ jewelry at their chupos. I’ve visited shadchanim up and down the East Coast, in Israel—wherever or whomever I’m told to go to, I go, even to mekubalim. It got so that one of my co-workers told me to find a shadchan in Bermuda so I can take a vacation while trying to find my bashert. There’s nothing I won’t do to try and move on to the next stage of my life. And I do it all with a smile. I haven’t had any terrible dating experiences, but the guys I’m being set up with aren’t right. They’re close, but not right. And no, I don’t say no to everyone. Many times, I have been the heartbroken one when the relationship ends because the guy didn’t see a future with me beside him.