A friend of mine in Florida, a Jewish lady, she has been actively searching for a husband (AKA perfect mate). By “actively”, I mean that:
She has paid to join Jewish singles web communities and dating sites, like Jdate and Sawyouatsinai.
She has openly asked all her friends and acquaintances to fix her up.
She has Skyped with potential suitors.
She has gone on dates.
She has endured dates with Mr. Wrong-for-Her.
She has cried.
And she has prayed. Lots of praying.
Well, she told me about a guy who didn’t make the cut because he lives in Chicago, Illinois and she lives in Florida – 1400 miles! He didn’t want to move to Florida and she didn’t want to move to Chicago.
Guess what? I live in the Chicagoland area now!
So I asked her if I could have her sloppy seconds non-compatible matches – and she said yes! She is such a loving woman that she was even happy to help me find love while she is still unfulfilled herself. That is a good friend and a good person. It’s sad to say, but many women would be far too competitive to help a friend. That’s our world. People are lonely and feel desperate. May she find her perfect match in the merit of her open and loving heart.
I procrastinated for about 6 weeks, so many weeks that the fish almost left the hook; but I finally phoned the guy. And he seems nice!
It was a calm conversation. He asked me the top ten questions of “these are his boundaries”. For example, he has a 9-year old rescue dog. If I don’t like dogs, the deal is off. I love dogs. He only eats kosher. I haven’t been, but I used to and more importantly, I want to. I want it like I want to be hugged by my grandmother again – and she has been dead for 15 years now. I miss kosher the way I miss my Gramma Ruth. Oh, great. Now I’m crying. Oh well. At least my heart still works. The narcissist couldn’t break it.
So Jeff and I are going to get together next week. I’ll keep you posted.