I decided this weekend that it'd be a good idea to walk to Shul since there is an orthodox one right near my house. I got up early and walked about 2 miles to get there, and it was relatively nice. I hadn't been to this one in a long time, probably since high school. But I ran into (of course ;-) ) a million people I know, including my favorite rabbi from High School, my Third Grade teacher, my friend Sara and her husband who actually live in NYC, and my friend Heather's Parents. The Rabbi of the Shul's wife, the rebbetzin, invited me to go to their house to lunch (another .5 miles farther than the shul from my house). It was nice, but took a very long time, so I didn't actually make it back to my house until 5:30 pm.
While at the Rabbi's, Sara was there with her parents, two brothers, and husband. She has a younger brother, David, who is about a year younger than me, and ever since Sara got married last year, her mom has been pushing me to marry David. Apparently, in Judaism, dating is not an end goal for mothers. It's never "...my son is fantastic, you should date him!" it is "...my son is fantastic, you should marry him!". I am not sure why, but my mom is the same way. I guess they care less who we date, and more who we marry. Either way, I think if my mom is a 7 on the scale of "1 to Pushy", Sara's mom is a Pushy +1. She was relentless with dumping David on me. The funny thing, was that David was around for most every conversation she was having with me about marrying him. and of course, the only empty seat at the table was the one next to David. At one point, when David was out of earshot, she said "not only is he smart, good looking, and funny, but he'll make a great Dad!" Whoa buddy! hold up there! I am not looking for that this very instant. I'd like to make my own decision about who I want to date and especially who i'd like to marry. Either way, it was pretty funny, but probably equally as embarrassing.
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You could have made this post much shorter: I am Bela. I am the most eligible Jewish bachelorette in Atlanta and Jewish moms love me. Who wouldn't?
It could be worse. :) I saw this on livejournal a year ago. (Sorry, rough translation from Russian)
- Your sister sent you an e-mail. Did you see it?
- Yeah, dad, I saw it. What is it?
- It's the e-mail and phone number of a nice girl. In New York.
- What would I do with a girl in NY?
- What's the problem? Just call.
- Call who?
- The girl.
- I'm not going to call any girl in NY. I haven't called all the girls in Tel Aviv yet.
- Then write to her. What's it cost you?
- I'm not writing to anyone.
- Write to her. She's a nice girl.
- That's great for her. I'm not going to write. I don't even know English.
- Then write in Russian!
- I haven't written in Russian in ages. I don't remember how to.
- Then write in Hebrew. She's a nice Jewish girl. She'll translate!
- Dad's leave me alone. If you need this so much, write to her yourself.
- What would it cost you to write an e-mail? Your aunt Sonya tried so hard. Spent all that time looking!
- Looking for what?
- A nice Jewish girl in NY!
- What do I need NY for?!
- What, you don't want to move to America?
- Not right now and not by such means. If I want to sell my body to science, I'll let you know.
- Please, just call her. You're making me look bad.
- In front of who?
- Aunt Sonya!
- What does aunt Sonya have to do with this? I saw her for the first and last time when I was 12.
- So what? She tried so hard. Turned all of NY upside-down. And she has bad feet.
- Enough already! I'm not talking about this anymore. How are things going?
- Good. Just great. Any more of this and it'll be the end of me. And then what will happen to your mother?
- What the heck are you talking about?
- Call her!
- No!
- Then e-mail her!
- Leave me alone!
- Fine, do what you want. Some of our friends are going to Israel for a vacation...I gave them your phone number. Will you meet with them?
- Which friends?
- You don't know them...
- I know all your friends.
- Not these ones. They're from NY.
- From NY?
- Yeah...they are the girl's parents.
- Dad, you've %*@#*($ lost it.
- Watch your language! You're from a good family! And nice people are coming to look at you. They'll call you.
- I'll screen my calls.
- Just meet them. They are coming from far away to look at you. They are her parents, it's importatnt to them!
- I haven't even seen this girl yet, and already there are parents. If it's so important, you meet with them and the four of you can decide everything.
- We're not in the 17th century.
- It seems like we are.
- That's it, I can't argue with you anymore. Hold on, I'll give the phone to your mother...
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