Shidduchim Are Basherte – A Case StudyPosted: July 30, 2011
I recently phoned Mrs. X, the mother of a guy who is about to start dating, to suggest a really special girl.
As procedure dictates, I began extolling her most positive qualities – beautiful, slim, and smart of course (in case you don’t know me well enough by now – I’m partially serious kidding…) and of course I described why I thought this was a great idea for her sought-after son.
She thanked me so much for my efforts and said that although she is not trying to put me off here, they are inundated with suggestions at this time. She said that she will get back to me if she wanted to pursue it at any point.
And then I found myself telling her a story about the girl that really impressed me. I realized mid-sentence that the story was coming out sounding really different than it was in my head, and I felt that at best I hadn’t done this girl justice, and at worst I sounded seriously desperate.
I got off the phone and collapsed onto my couch feeling like an idiot. I was sure that I had ruined any possibility of this match materializing. Then the mental over-analysis began.
Shoulda backed off, Lefty.
You sounded like a used car salesman.
Next time prepare any random anecdotes in advance.
What a stupid way to ruin a good shidduch possibility.
Why do I bother, anyway?
Fast forward a week.
I’m in middle of folding some laundry, when the phone rings.
This is Mrs. X, getting back to you. I know I told you that there are just so many names on the table, but I think we’d like to try your idea first anyhow.
It was that story you told me about when you were in the car with this girl. I don’t know why, but it just resonated with me. It immediately reminded me of similar things my son would do. So thanks for sharing that.”
I drop the pile of neatly folded t-shirts, and rush to get a pen to collect his information.
They are set to go out this week.
Coincidence? Siyata Dishmaya? Basherte?
It’s shidduchim – I’m learning that anything can happen.