OK,girlchiks. I know you were waiting for me to show up again, so you could lynch me. I couldn’t keep my fans waiting any longer. My goal was to make a point and engender discussion. I got indignation (understandable, but no apologies-I care too much) and improved exposition (thank you).
Ready for the next dose of Dora’s Free Advice (and worth every penny)?
Keep in mind, Yummy, that I work hard at trying to help girls find someone, and I don’t take money. I may have some serious chutzpa, but I am not inherently evil. Honest.
Anyways, I also want to bring your attention to another psychological phenomenon, that is an amazingly frequent impairment to making realistic choices. I bring an example, and say no more.
Me: I know a man your age (33). I know him personally. He has a golden heart, and a girl would have to be a barbarian not to be happy with him. A big mensch.
Girl: What does he do?
Me: Construction work.
Girl: Is he smart. (She’s not particularly a brainy girl BTW)
Me: Average or higher
Girl: I don’t know. (kvech, sigh, kvech). You know, my father is a very smart man.
Me: Isn’t he married?