Dating Today

This may be an odd title for this article because Groundhog Day passed a month ago and I’m not discussing the movie of the same name, so why did I pick the title? According to my friend Google, who seems to know everything, she said that referring to something as a Groundhog Day means a situation feels like it’s repeating endlessly, stuck in a loop of the same monotonous, frustrating, or boring events, referencing the movie where the character relives the same day repeatedly. What am I repeating? What are the monotonous events I’ve been living through? It’s not that; it’s the fact that for the past few weeks I have received many letters that have discussed the same issue.

A few years ago, I wrote an article about trying to help a divorced Kohen with four children. Long story short: I met him while eating a Shabbos meal at my husband’s friend’s home. My husband’s friend kept insisting that I try to help “Steve.” Steve is a nice guy, gives every “girl” a chance, wants to get married again, is a great guy...

Dear Goldy,

I’m in my upper 30s and have been dating for a long time. Your articles have actually helped me through some situations I’ve gotten into.

Dear Goldy,

I’m in my thirties and have been a guest at many friends’ weddings. Like you wrote, as friends got married, some moved on to married life and a few stayed in touch. But as time went on, I went on and made new friends who were single. It is what it is. I have three good friends: one is married and we’ve been best friends since high school, and the other two women I met in the last few years through mutual friends and at dating events. I’m friendly with a lot of people. I stay in touch with many girls from my past; it’s easy when you can copy and resend a text or post. But I can count on one hand the people I’d call if I were in trouble and needed help.

I know the title for this article may seem odd, but it really is a perfect fit. Many years ago when I was working, I had an 18-year-old very cute and spunky support staff member—aka receptionist. She was right out of high school and starting to date. She was full of excitement and hope. When there was a lull in the work, we did what happens in all offices: my staff and I started talking. And what else is there to speak about when there are four single young women working in a frum office? You speak about dating.

Dear Goldy,

I don’t want to come off sounding conceited or snobby, but I will no matter how I word my letter. B”H I come from a well-off family. Yes, I have a PhD.