Dating Today

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.

Dear Goldy:

I’m dating someone and everything about him is fine. The one thing I can’t stand about him is he always tries to finish my sentences or thoughts. And what’s worse is that he’s always wrong and way off base regarding the direction I was going.

Dear Goldy:

I don’t know what else to do or what to tell people anymore when they ask me the rude question of why I’m not married yet. It’s an obnoxious question; it’s like saying, “What’s wrong with you that no one wants to marry you,” or “Why are you being so picky; the perfect guy doesn’t exist, lower your expectations.” It’s a very personal question. Why don’t I just ask someone why she chose her spouse, “No one else wanted to go out with you?” I’ll switch it up on them and turn the tables. The people who ask the question aren’t even trying to help. They just ask it out of wonder, like my personal life is a general topic of conversation, like the weather or sports.

Dear Goldy:

I first met Avi (fake name) on a dating website. We emailed at first, and then actually dated. Avi matches what he described about himself in his dating profile, and he looked like his picture. So far, it was a win-win. I wouldn’t go as far as to call Avi my boyfriend, but hopefully it will head in that direction.

Dear Goldy:

I’m writing to vent. You said you accept these types of emails; well, here it is. I’m 35, not a novice to dating. Been there, done that.

I love it when people help others. I am the one tearing up watching the videos of strangers helping strangers on the street. These people don’t know each other. They don’t owe anyone anything. They are not obligated in any way to go out of their way to help another person. But they do! These people give me hope. For every rude person who doesn’t hold the door open when they see you’re five feet behind them carrying packages, for all the people with road rage cutting you off, for all the Dunkin Donuts employees who wouldn’t let my daughter, three years old at the time, use the bathroom because “that’s the rules.” To which I responded, “I’ll buy a coffee. She’s three. Please.” and still the employee asked me to leave the store (not the DD on Main Street.) For all of those people, who make me wonder what happened to them to make them so hard and bitter towards others, these are some that still give me hope.