Saturday, April 6, 2013

Round-a-bout

Six feet between us, but worlds apart.
Caused a flutter in my heart.
So I said hey good-looking let's go out sometime...
Except I didn't.
Cuz that would be unacceptable in the world we live in.
Where shadchans rule with an iron fist.
You need space between you when you kiss dance
Except we don't dance cuz that would be like, wrong.
So wrong.
Wrong like your kids will be affected if you touch.
So a look is all you get.
Look but don't touch.
And saying hello?
Hel-no.
Never gonna happen.
No first you must find someone to make the call
That starts it all.
So it's like dun dun dun... hello shadchan?
Guess what? I met a cute guy.
So like, can you set us up?
Then they ask you:
So tell me... are you short? Are you tall?
Are you skinny, or fat, or in between?
Or curvy or muscular or any other way to say
Heavy "Beautiful".
Who's your mother?
Who's your father?
No, like who are they?
Are they a somebody?
Are you related to somebody?
No, I mean like, somebody.
Do you have yichus?
Do you have money?
Curly hair or straight?
Oh you wear a ponytail?
Do you work that ponytail?
Do you own that ponytail?
Did you ever get lower than an A on a test?
So like, are you frum?
No, I mean are you frum?
Do you own a tv?
Oh so you do watch movies.
Uhu. Let me just make a note here...
So how do you spell your name?
With a Y, or IE?
Oh your name is NOT Mushky?
Do you like mike n ikes?
So, like, can I have your number?

We do this dance,
Over and over again.
10 phone calls and 7 continents later...
'He's busy'.
'He's not dating right now'.
He 'His mother doesn't feel it's 'shayach'.
He asked all your friends about you....
He checked you out on Facebook...
He hired a secret investigator to find all the dirt on you...
And he's not interested.
He's busy.
Oh, did I say that already?

So, like, hey good-looking.
'How you doin'?'
No, how are you doing?
Are you mentally stable?
Do you have a job?
Are you smart?
Are you funny?
Not funny-looking.
You want to go get a cup of coffee?
You don't drink coffee?
What is wrong with you?
Oh me neither. How weird.
What is wrong with you?
Do you want to get a cup of tea?
How come no one says, 'let's go get a cup of tea'?
Weird, right?
So, um, listen, umm, I was wonderin’, can I have yo numba?
Oh so you don't give out your number?
Oh, so it's like that.
I see.
It's cool.

Well, stranger across the room...
You and I
May never be 'we'.
I would never shake your hand and say 'nice to meet you'
Cuz we would never shake hands chas veshalem 
Because it may not be nice to meet you.
But this whole 'system',
Let's be honest.
It's kind of exhausting.


Hello, Shadchan?
Oh he said YES???
Oh it was SO worth it.

(Said no one ever.)

11 comments:

  1. My issue with this is you are comparing societal problems like the whole shadchan situation with halacha, like touching.

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    1. Certainly seems like it. You're complaining about how society screwed you over with all these rules, and then bring in halachic rules as well and complain about those.

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    2. This was supposed to be a light funny post. I'm sorry if you don't see it that way.

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    3. my bad :P
      didnt read it that way. not in a light funny mood, i guess.

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    4. You don't pick apart the art, you appreciate the feeling it gives you, or you don't. but you don't psycho analyze it.

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  2. I read it as light and funny. And it was very funny and well written!
    I read it as the thoughts and feelings of a frum girl, who is very much exposed to modern western culture, who's instincts tell her one thing, but her intellect and beliefs don't go along. The conflict of someone deeply steeped in 2 polar-opposite cultures.

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    1. :) thank you. I appreciate that you were able to see the intended humor here.

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  3. I think he's just too depressed about his friend. Sorry about that FG I had a best friend. we got into a fight and never spoke again. It's like we dont exist to each other. even when we're in the same room. But I can't comment on ur blog anymore cuz u disabled the anonymous.

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    1. I can't speak for him so I don't know if he meant what he said or not. The funny thing is that this poem mixes my cynicism, sarcasm, humor and honesty all in one. But I don't feel that bitter comes across in any way.

      I compromised and turned on word verification, even though I hate it and it's tedious. But I do respect anonymity, even if I don't fully agree with it, and I do want to give people the chance to comment on my blog however they are comfortable. And it eliminated a lot of spambots.

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    2. Anon, you're probably right, I was. And thank you for sharing, it helped. Pathetic as it is, misery loves company.

      Sorry about that. I just may switch my blog comments similar to Altie's. But boy are those word verification stuff annoying, almost as much as the spambots.

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