After I finally meet she and her husband, she calls to say she wants to give my number to the guy... ok. Incidentally, she's an American. The conversation with the guy went something like this....
Me: Ummmm.... who's calling?
guy: Chana** gave me your number
Me: oh, yeah... hi (already not interested)
guy: so, how long have you known Chana?
me: I just met her, you?
guy: only a couple monthes. I am working with her. We are walking and talking at work. So.... where are you from?
me: America, you?
guy: Persian. What languages do you speak?
guy: so, Chana tells me you're in school for Marketing. Do you really expect to get a job in it?
me: ummmm, yeah.
guy: cuz you know, Chana has a degree and she has a low end job?
me: Ok.... Well, I'm a VERY modern girl and I have NO plans of being barefoot and pregnant. Are you looking for that? Usually that's what Sephardic men want.
guy: No, not at all. Where are your parents? Are they here or back in the old country?
me: My parents are dead.
guy: I'm sorry. When they were alive, were they here or in the old country?
me: I'm an American
guy: yes, but where were you born?
guy: oh, where were your parents born? Here or in the old country?
me: A-mer-i-ca.... we came over on the Mayflower. I'm related to Betsy Ross. Are you.... looking for an immigrant?
guy: I'm looking for a traditional girl.
guy: It was nice talking to you.
Can you say, "throw it against the wall and see if it sticks?" Sorry, but, that's only going to work with cooked pasta, stop trying to do it with people's lives.
** not her real name