Of all the unwritten rules floating around charedi society, this has got to be the one that does the most to make my life a misery.
Why can't I eat on a shidduch date?!
Did you know that sharing a meal with a guy is practically equivalent, to , well, sharing a bed with him?
Apparently eating is an intimate, bonding experience.
And here was me wanting to eat because I'm hungry. Been out at work all day, smeared on fresh makeup, stripped and dressed up in my sexiest tznius clothes (is that an oxymoron?) in one smooth motion, and run out of the house to sit in a cafe, surrounded by food, and sip a coke.
Yeah, sip a coke. For three hours. Till midnight! If I was in a desert island I guess I could survice. But in a restaurant?!
I know, I know, Charedi guys learn in Yeshiva. They don't have cash. Their dads are probably rabbis, so they are rock bottom broke also.
So what? I'll pay!
But I can't pay, won't work, no self respecting black hatter will let a BY girl pay..way too feminist..
Let's look on the bright side, if a girl isn't skinny when she enters the shidduch scene, I guarantee she'll be a walking broomstick after a couple of months of dating! Unless she does what I do, and fresses on post-date-pizza in Center 1.