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Dear Goldy:
I broke my engagement a few weeks ago. All I’ll say (and that’s the issue) is that I realized she wasn’t the girl for me. And I truly believe it wasn’t bashert. It was such a relief once I broke things off. Before that, I was smiling and saying all the right things because that was what was expected of me. I feel so much better now.
Dear Goldy:
I am dating a “fellow” whom I have wanted to date for a year. He was always busy, but now we’re both available. In short, he checks all my boxes, and his family is wonderful. They are known throughout the community as giving and welcoming. Sounds great, right? The times that we have gone out have been good, but sometimes aren’t as good as other times.
This happens, without fail, every June and July, since I began the “Dating Today” column. It comes in all forms: emails, face-to-face with someone on Main Street, etc. It’s the question or comment about the girls who came home from seminary during the previous few weeks/months. Often, they are referred to as “the/a new crop” of eligible girls, or something similar. I just love it when someone is comparing human beings to corn or wheat, or even livestock. [Sigh] Technically, it’s not too far from the truth, I hate to admit.
Nobody knows everything about everything. I am the first to admit when I don’t know the answer to a question or how to do something, and so I ask for help. A great leader knows when to lead and when to listen. A great leader doesn’t always have to have the answer. They also know when they need assistance. I’m not comparing myself to any sort of leader. I’m simply saying that I don’t think I know everything, and I know my limitations.
Dear Goldy:
I’m not complaining about my feelings – as you always write. But the truth is I feel bad. It’s the summertime, I’m of a mature age, and I would love to go on a vacation somewhere, a cruise, a tour...something. This past year, the last of my single friends got married. It used to be that a group of us would vacation in the summer or winter. But as the years went on, our numbers dwindled, and it’s just me left. I don’t want to take a trip or go lounge on a tropical beach by myself. And I sure as heck don’t want to spend my summers at the New York City beaches.
Great Neck residents are getting excited! The Rebbe is coming again. Hardly a year has passed since the Biale Rebbe of Bnei Brak has visited Great Neck, yet hundreds are excitedly anticipating the return of their revered Rebbe. every year the sensation repeats itself. Every year when the Rebbe arrives at the house where he lodges, the place becomes a public source of attraction as hundreds of people of various standards and types gather. The street becomes a hive of activity as lawyers, doctors, lay leaders, rabbis, educators, ranging from Hassidic to modern orthodox mingle as they flock to the Rebbe's house. From early morning until the small hours of the night the streets resound with miraculous tales of unnatural miracles seen and experienced firsthand as a result of the Rebbe's blessing.
