Babby's World
According to Babby,
I'm nudgyun seip. I'm special and have everything going for me.
I'm not married yet because I haven't found the right man to appreciate my mix of brains, beauty and getrai.
Why should she think otherwise?
Every time I visit her, and Babby asks me if I went out lately, I regal her with tales of my latest date.
He's always tall;
Always smart, funny, and warm.
Usually a professional (I disperse between doctors, lawyers, finance guys, and the occasional full-time learner). I tell Babby about the walks we go on, how when he picked me up both my parents gave me that knowing look like we're happy to see you out with such a tzigipast guy…and that post the date he walks me up and tells me how lovely it was to have the pleasure of my company (I try to use babby verbiage).
And yes the shadchan always calls that night or early next morn, and tells either myself of Mommy that Dovid/Moshe/Yisroel would love to take me out again-
It’s usually I who says no, either because of minor hashkafic or lack of chemistry schisms.
I know this is what she needs to hear. So before I go visit, I pace myself to tell her the tale.
It's not that I'm lying either, I did have my Dovid/Moshe/Yisroel experiences- that were on paper and even in real life tziggipast albeit ended for the aforementioned reasons.
But, I omit the other guys, the less sporadic scenarios.
I don't tell her about Yaakov who I so greatly wanted to “make things work” and it fell apart in the 9th hour. Or Chezky and how he didn't look at all like his picture, and it actually pained me and my family that this is the idea a close relative would peg for me after meeting him at a vort.
I don't tell her about Mordechai who proposed to me prematurely, then we discovered that he is suffering from mental illness. Or Yerachmiel, who when I ended in person, he vowed that I would remain single and never settle down.
When I was little, instead of telling me the true horrors of the holocaust babby would tell me the rose-colored spinoff, how her mother managed to prepare certain foods in the barracks, and how she and her sisters sang songs to lift everyone's spirit. Babbby always sought to tell me the good.
This is why when it's my turn to #storytime, the version I choose to share is the I’m her beautiful, has everything going for her alleh maalos granddaughter who is waiting her turn and enjoying the rose-colored process.
