The talk..

So I am walking around my college campus, hanging out with friends. Boy do I love being a senior. Yes it is Friday and I should be getting ready for Shabbas. I am sure I will be getting the pre-Shabbat call from mom momentarily, telling me to keep my eyes pealed for a nice Jewish boy at Shul tonight. Sorry mom. I have a slightly different agenda in mind; I really want to go out.

I did, at one time, try to appease her and TRY to look for a nice mensch at Hillel with the rest of my friends. But I found that tiring. Did you know that all of the boys that go to Hillel are friends? It really was not a good cycle for me.

Ring ring! Uh oh. There goes my phone. "Good Shabbos Mom. Yes. No. No, mom I have not found a husband yet. Ughhh. No, please do NOT let Aunt Lisa set me up." Here we go again. "So mom, how was your day?" You probably could have guessed that she didn’t bother to answer my question with more than one word plus thank you honey. "No, I do not want to see your friend's, cousin's son, Larry. He sounds like a dweeb. Okay mom, I will talk to you later, have a good weekend. I love you too."

Finally, it is time to go out. My friends, Rachel and Tamar, walked to my place to get ready. We all went through very similar experiences throughout college. Well, not exactly, but we all came to the same conclusion: 'be happy now, find a guy later.'

I mean Syracuse is only filled with so many men. Chances are we will each find a good one, eventually. If he is Jewish, that’s great for mom. But if he is not studying medicine, law, or business, then, according to Jewish law, I must kick him to the curb.

It has always been the same dilemma: listen to my family, or do what I want?