Stop Looking At Me Like That

I might be imagining it, but I feel like these cool machers whose daughters were married and pregnant by 19 look at me like I messed up.
Like I did something wrong. Like it's all my fault.
"If my daughter could do it, why can't you?"
And I guess that leads to the whole picky argument.
But I just feel sometimes that people look at me like...ugh. You know.

No More Pride

There are times that when I'm set up with someone, I think, "OMG he's so not for me," and I could carry on about not wanting to go out with him.

But once I'm forced into it, I try to have a positive attitude. So much so, that I end up saying something like, "I don't care. If I end up with him, you can laugh at me for the rest of my life."
I feel like when people start being mochel on their kavod, just so that they could be married, "I don't care how wrong I was, I just want to married!" it's a sad, sad day.

What ever happened to taking pride in yourself and your convictions? You're so desperate to just be married, you're willing to have everyone laugh at you for the rest of your life granted you're married.

Hell, Yeah, I'm Bitter

I confess.
I'm bitter.
There, I said it. Yay!
I am bitter.
It's hurtful when people shove their engagement in your face. And YES, they do it on purpose. You can tell me I'm imagining it, but I'm not. And I know I'm not.
Married girls feel as though they reached the finish line before I even entered the race and they feel the need to prove themselves again and again by saying the words "my husband" in every sentence they utter.

Update, Update!!

I find it hard to believe that I allowed this blog to go untouched for such a long time, when I've had lots to say.

Funny how my last post was shortly after my 21st birthday, and I seemed bitter already.

Now that I've past the 22 1/2 year mark, I feel more bitter than I did then.

Lucky for you, you get to read all about it here!

I hate to say it, but I was years ahead of Bad for Shidduchim and Still in Shidduchim, and blogs like theirs out there. But they actually BLOGGED for the past year and a half, and have said a lot.

Go ahead, bookmark me.

I have a lot to say.

Although many "shidduch" blogs might sound repetitive, this issue is so hot, I love to read people's different takes on various issues that arise while involved with this dirty politics-like game we call shidduchim.

I'm not Desperate

I have reached the ripe old age of 21. And I am not married.

Do you KNOW what that means here in the lovely Brooklyn?

I'm a nebuch case. I must have something going on. Why am I not married? Maybe I don't daven enough, maybe I'm too modern, maybe I'm too...WHO THE HELL KNOWS??

People are just judging.

And what's worse is the rush. The hurry. Every time I get "redd" my parents try to push me to say yes as soon as possible. They have their hands on my back and pushing me out the door. I'm sorry but I am NOT DESPERATE!!!

Welcome

Ahhh, the Shidduch Crisis. Burning Topic. Always.
I don't know how much I will have to say about it, but there are always sick stories about Shadchanim, about guys pretending to be something they're not, and girls hiding eating disorders until Sheva Brachos.
Hurray!
All the great stuff!