Everybody likes to hear a good shidduch story, so here’s a new one. You might have heard with slight modifications or variations, but this happened to my friend last night, so you’re only getting it third hand.
A shadchan called my mother’s friend and tells her that there is a gorgeous boy who is fabulously wealthy and what do you know, he’s available. His mother wants two things for him, a raving beauty and parallel wealth.
“Well you qualify for half of him,” I commented lightly to my friend. My friend laughed and continued.
The mother is willing to look away at my friend’s lack of means if she is a gorgeous as they say she is.
Pathetic, I know; it gets worse.
No, she doesn’t want to see a picture of her. She doesn’t want to meet her. She wants to go down to where my friend works and observe her. Beauty in Action.
You know, my friend just might only be pretty when she’s standing still with a face forward profile. How does she look when she’s singing songs with her kids, doing arts and crafts and packing them up at the end of the day?
And it gets worse.
Her mother was maskim.