Post Shidduch story-
At an Aufrof, Sheva Berachos or whatever (it’s not really important) for a friend a different friend pointed to a guy and told me that he’s married to an old flame of mine.
(Well actually more like an old atom bomb, but that’s for a different post.)
So the whole time I’m curious to know if she pointed to me and told her husband “there- that’s the guy who I was telling you about…”.
After I washed for the meal I went to my seat and guess who was sitting in it?
Keeping a straight face I said, “So, you’re going to take my seat also?”
He had no idea what I was talking about but the guy next to me was laughing so hard his kishkis fell out and it got served in the cholent. (I guess it must have been an aufrof or Shabbos Sheva Berachos.)