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m, I got a phone call,” my friend and shidduch reference began. “They wanted to know what your medical history includes.”

“Uh-oh.”

 

singingheart@gmail.com

Dear Mrs. Fine,

You assured me that you understand the sensitivity of a medical shidduch. I want honesty with my future spouse, but we live in a frum society... Does this boy have frum parents? Don’t they understand that friends can’t know everything? Please tell me my secret is still safe.

Shira

delicatedating@gmail.com

 

Dear Shira,

I’m so sorry this happened. The boy and his parents are frum — and open about his challenges; they didn’t realize you’re not. This won’t happen again, don’t worry.

M. Fine

 

Oh. It existed? People were open about their challenges and weren’t rejected by their community? This was astonishing.

The shidduch was over before it started, but the consequences of my first shidduch hiccup continued. I shared most of my story with my confused shidduch reference friend and our friendship survived unchanged. So I told two more friends. It felt awesome to have some people know the real me.

 

delicatedating@gmail.com

Dear Shira,

I just met the most incredible boy. He’s smart, mature, and has amazing simchas hachayim. There are two things I want to run by you before I suggest it. He is 22 — a year younger than you — and he wears two hearing aids and lip-reads. His speech is a little unclear, but when you get used to it, you’ll understand him perfectly.  I hope you will consider it; he’s just right for you.

M. Fine

 

I knew all about medical stuff making people more mature, age didn’t bother me. Abnormal body… I thought about it for a day. I could relate —maybe I could hide my back, but it was still there in all its twisted glory. I responded yes.

Date one. Topic of discussion: “Marfan’s doesn’t really affect my life much anymore, I go to chiropractors and that’s about it.” I tried to be as honest as possible, I had had enough of lies.

Date five. I had accepted his slightly unclear speech, and gotten used to turning his way when I talked, and was beginning to walk around with a big grin. 

British Unspoken Rule (BUR) Five: eating in public is not recommended. We settled into our seats in a quiet restaurant, chatting innocently. Suddenly a man plunked himself down next to my date.

“Hi, I’m Jake Pearl from Montreal. So… you guys on a date?”