"Where did you.go to school?"
I name a seminary, then a college.
"Oh. You're a Bais Yaacov girl," She sounds suprised. I wonder if I should be insulted. Maybe this skirt really is too short. Maybe I should have tied back my hair, and not worn such long earrings.
We are on the bus, sitting next to each other. We discover we are the same age. I tell her I thought she was younger, and she's flattered. It's frightening, reaching the age where it's a compliment to be thought younger. I rememeber the years of trying to look older, guess they are over now.
Naturally, the conversation drifts to dating. Us both being single and all.
"Do you go on real shidduch dates, like they are set up before and everything? Or do you just, like, meet guys?"
"I go on shidduch dates." I answer.
"Oh." Again she sounds suprised. "You're a good girl then."
The words hang in the air. I'm good. Despite the complaining, despite the online venting. Despite the dreaming, sometimes, of something different, of some other way.
"Um, yeah", I say finally. "I guess I am."
I'm good. Because I meet boys on prearranged Shidduch dates. Isn't life simple.
5 hours ago