I know I’ve told this story here before:
Several weeks before I met my wife, I heard a famous shadchan speak. He said that things had really changed in his business in the last 20 years. Now, people have all these requirements that make his job harder, such as: No Republicans; must have brown eyes; no one shorter than 5’6″; no one who makes less than $100,000 per year, etc. Things that really don’t make a difference in a lifetime.
This makes his job harder, since he then must match people in a smaller pool.
His suggestion was to drop your preconceived requirements, go out, meet someone you like and could love; someone worthy of your love, who may not meet your punchlist requirements.
I laughed, because I didn’t think I had any of these preconceived requirements.
A few weeks later, I met someone who was a little too short, and a little too Russian, and a little too this, and a little too that. She was not the kind of person I thought I would marry.
But she was a lovely person and we did continue dating. She was also a little too kind, and a little too pretty, and her laugh was a little too loud and infectious, and I liked being with her a little too much, and I was a little too sad when we were apart.
A few days short of two months ago, I married her.
Which goes to show something, though I’m not sure what.