Dating Today

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.”

This is one letter that I was hoping would be sent, but I didn’t want to hold out hope. I also didn’t want to hound the woman who wrote the original email. But imagine my surprise when I opened my email and saw her address in my inbox.

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.

Sometimes the answer is easy. Sometimes it isn’t. I don’t think there is anything wrong in admitting that sometimes you don’t have the answer. It keeps us human and grounded and also gives us the opportunity to learn from others who may know the answers we seek. I didn’t know how to respond to this email, but I didn’t avoid or ignore it. I did my best.

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.

Dear Goldy:

 My boyfriend and I have been talking about marriage. Things are very serious. We’ve never been the type to stand on ceremony or be too proper or too Mr. Manners, so he began introducing me to his friends and family a couple of months ago. Yes, everyone is nice and sweet and seems to accept me, but the one thing I can’t get passed is how snobby and stuck up my boyfriend’s sister and cousin are.