True Love

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When you like him, he doesn't like you.

And when he likes you, you try your hardest but simply don't like him.

And then someone comes along, and you actually like him. And guess what? He seems to like you too.

And you're both so shocked, that you marry each other.

That's my grandma's take on how people get married. I'm still waiting for it to happen.

Comments

  1. Dude with hat (aka BTS)October 22, 2009 at 10:57 PM

    I think the approach in frum world little bit different: you don't dislike each other - you marry, you start liking each other over the time, by both trying to show only good midos towards each other....

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  2. AnonymousOctober 23, 2009 at 6:49 AM

    why not just write a column in a gossip magazine and rant there?

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  3. AnonymousOctober 23, 2009 at 10:51 AM

    Speedily and in our days!!!
    Shabbat shalom
    Anon613-London

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  4. J.A.P.October 27, 2009 at 3:37 AM

    Yeap- for me it happened the way you said. We both (shockingly) liked each other and it's been 5 years last night.

    And just to give you some hope- the first time he met me I was bald and in ratty pajamas. The second time, I puked all over his new car. The rest of our meetings were all in the same vein.

    So if we (shockingly) still liked each other, it can happen to anyone.

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  5. nameless, facelessOctober 28, 2009 at 3:58 PM

    She can't write a column -- I don't need any more competition. I have bills, you know.

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  6. AnonymousNovember 3, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    Me too!

    :-)

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  7. TemDecember 2, 2009 at 5:11 AM

    omg this is totally how i feel!! ur so right

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  8. Aliza "La Jewminicana" HausmanDecember 18, 2009 at 2:28 PM

    In my case, he knew he liked me from the first moment we met. Then he just spent a great deal of time and effort (and crazy stunts) convincing me until I couldn't live without him.

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2010 at 3:41 PM

    So is that how it happened after all?

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