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A date with destiny? not so much….

(This was submitted by a reader, was just edited a little)

I went out with this “man” from a Jewish online dating site… why? Don’t ask me why! It’s more like I had to even though my gut said, “Don’t go! For the love of Pete please don’t go!” He knows a bunch of people I know and it was sort of I had to go sort of deal. Everyone wants to fix me up, I am just so darn pretty and eligible, I guess.

This is how I knew it was going to be bad… despite the accident I recently had the “man”  kept calling daily asking me out, I’d say,” I’m in a lot of pain now, please give me some time”… He didn’t really get it and called again the next day. Persistence can pay off, but this was downright nagging.

I was never one of those ladies that liked a date that called me daily… NEVER. I’m not saying I never want to hear from them, it’s more like… aren’t you busy? And just how needy are you???

Anyway, so I throw on a slinky black skirt, a striped top that thankfully allocated room to accommodate my war wounds and my oh so functional sling (because my arm was injured). He drives up and waits in the car, idiot doesn’t even have the decency to walk out. Guess he never had a pep talk from a shadchan. So he finally levers his lazy self out of the car while I wait for him to pop the lock on the door- his car stinks of cologne. I don’t know what it was, but it made me woozy. Probably called Eau-de-Stink. Looks-wise… he’s sort of dumpy, eyebrows are quite un-groomed and pretty much a uni-brow, and his fingers look like sausages. Don’t ask me why I look at hands, but I always do. But looks are not everything, and in shidduchim we are told to consider the whole person. Shudder.

So we start driving, he drives slow, like a dead grandmother who never learned how to drive. He asks me “so what do people say when they see your face?”
me “what?”
him “Don’t they say things if you’re pretty or something?”
me “I normally don’t poll my dates”
me “thanks for the odd question, I love awkwardness on dates, it’s happier than suicide”
(Again, I think he definitely needs a pep talk from a shadchan.)
so as you can see, it’s going really well.

We finally get to the restaurant, which he repeatedly told me I was saying wrong, despite him being the wrong one. Then he told me I looked very Sephardic, I told him I wasn’t. (I should know, right??) He said, ‘no, no I really see it’ Oh Hell kill me now! I thought religious men were not supposed to comment on looks!! Certainly not on first dates!!

Now, let me walk you through dinner. First he complains about the menu, then finally decides on a dish, this took him over half an hour- during which he decides that everything I say, he’s going to say I’m wrong, even if it was an opinion. Oh boy, that was fun! What an obnoxious man – but I was well brought up so I sat still at the table…counting the minutes until I could leave.
At one point, I didn’t reply to him and he says “oh I see I’ve made you speechless”
me “no, I just have nothing to say because you’re a moron”

The appetizer comes and he eats it so quickly, I was scared he was going to bite his  hand while he was at it. Not only that, he ate with his hands and kept offering me some, I said no thank you and kept sipping my water. Which was an effort to keep the vomit down. Then the waiter comes by and as he lifts the plate we notice a piece of the fish appetizer had fallen off, the waiter goes towards the piece with his napkin, when suddenly sausage-fingers swoops in and eats the fish off the table. I drink more water, again in hopes of keeping the vomit down… in fact my mouth dropped open and he said, ‘that was tasty’. Table manners – #fail.

Oh, I should also mention that he kept furiously rubbing his eyes with his sausage fingers, leaving his eye red. He may have had pink eye, glad I am shomeret negiah and didn’t have to touch him. Euw!

When the main courses were served, he ate his meal so quickly you’d think he was just out of a refugee camp- now I may not be a gourmand but I at least like to chew and enjoy my meals, savor the flavor and relax… not this dude, he ate so quickly that I don’t think it was eating but rather inhaling. And while I tried to eat my meal he accused me of hiding things. Then I snapped, I told him that yes I was in pain (just had an accident, remember, oh needy one??) and no I don’t want to joke around all night because if you are joking then you don’t know who the person is because they are putting on a show and if for one minute could stop arguing with me then maybe just maybe we could have a civilized conversation. His reply, ‘I like to argue, and you’re wrong, people who joke can’t hide anything’ Oh my god, kill me.

Then he orders coffee for dessert, because we really needed to prolong this torment… and he went on and on about his nephew and niece being spoiled and their mom, his sister, not giving a hoot…. oh how pleasant. Nice of him to share his dysfunctional family – now I don’t have to check that out for myself with his references.

He pays for dinner (at least that much he did), I say thank you and we walk to the car.

Oddly enough on the car ride home we finally manage to have a decent conversation, and because we were 4 blocks from my house I decide to say, “Are you enjoying the conversation?”
him “Yes actually I am”
me “Odd, and it doesn’t include fighting but rather two people talking about their lives and not joking”
him silence
me “oh well whatever”
him “I guess I get a little ahead of myself and can be a bit arrogant”
me “yeah, a tad, ya think?”

So he drops me home, asks to walk me to the door, I said no thanks and thanks for dinner- walk away and have never heard from him since. Thank the lord.

Lesson to be learned, I don’t like sausages, inbreeding is bad, and I know how to rock a sling.

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Frumster Files – why continue

I recently received this email:


Dear Hadassah

I really enjoy reading your Frumster posts but I was wondering why you are still writing about dating if you are happily married. I would of thought you would be happy to leave it all behind.

CC in New York


Here is my response:

Dear CC,

I am B”H happily married to my KoD and I wouldn’t change that for the world. Ever. I am also thrilled to not be in the dating world any longer. I am so thankful that that dating part of my life is over. But, CC, I still have a lot of single friends in that world, and I have a lot of experience with frum dating that I hope people can learn from.

 I don’t turn my back on friends, ever, and I have been told that my Frumster File posts are helpful – perhaps even in just helping people to know that they are not the only ones to be in a specific situation.

 My blog is a useful tool also for those seeking advice but don’t know how to get it, or they wish to remain anonymous but still have people’s input. Not all my Frumster Files stories are about me or my experiences – and I do encourage everyone to write in with a WWYD or a story that happened to them.

CC – it’s all about giving back. I found my beshert after a lot of hard work, let me help others find theirs.




Just to note, folks, that if you do want to write in with a story or a WWYD or anything dating related, my email is hadassahsabo at gmail dot com. Confidentiality will be respected.

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Frumster Files #78547

Not too long ago I received an email from a guy I had briefly communicated with on Frumster. He told me he had been thinking of me and wanted to just catch up. We just hadn’t gelled in our initial emails, so I had let him down gently.


I thought it was nice of him to send me such a polite email, but he seemed still interested. So I emailed him back that I had recently got married and was moving. I ended off by wishing him the best for the future.


He replied that he wished us Mazel Tov, perhaps he could come over and stay at our house for a Shabbat some day soon. I should let him know when I am settled.


What? Are we even friends? Am I crazy in thinking this was just plain weird? I emailed back some kind of reply that was vague….but I was disturbed….. Would you have him over? I totally wouldn’t.

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Frumster Files – #78545


A FaceBook Friend of mine, let’s call him Yitz, put this up as his status update.


Would you date this woman? From Frumster: “This is what I am looking for in a mate: A quirky, thoughtful and sensitive man who is comfortable dating a woman who has dated both men and women in the past.”


I wanted to know your thoughts – the discussion on his FaceBook page was very lively.

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When it rains it pours!

Attention single guys / girls! Get a blog and write on it. Write about your dating woes! You know why? People eventually start emailing you with suggestions for a shidduch. Initially I was very skeptical of all suggestions that came my way through this method, but when the same guy was suggested by 4 different online people (and two “real life” people) I was very surprised. Truth is I already dated this particular guy (let’s call him George Clooney because he is kinda dreamy) and he is a lovely man, but it didn’t work out for us (I think he is still single, I would totally recommend him. Drop me an email for more deets, I hope that’s ok George!).


I think it’s all about networking and getting yourself out there. Frumster and LayDate are very good tools if used wisely and with your head well screwed on. Shidduch suggestions can come from just about anywhere. And if the suggestion is not appropriate for you, please think of all your other single friends, and / or people you have dated that you know are still looking. You may not have been right for them, but you might know someone who is. It’s all about who you know, and who who you know knows.


Good luck and happy dating.

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From the Frumster Files

Guaranteed to get this guy a date – “I am not financially secure at the moment”.