I HATED it when a father would try to faher me on a date, but I usually went along with it, until one time one guy just rubbed me the wrong way. I borrowed the line of one of the Gerer Rebbes (I think it was the chiddushei harim) and asked him if I could faher him back. After all, I have just as much an achrayus to marry a bas talmid chacham as he has to marry his daughter off to a talmid chacham. Somehow he forgot about the gemara and offered me cake and soda and started making some light talk 🙂
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