In Which My Grandmother Tries to Set Me Up With a Porn Addict

I love my grandmother. Really I do. She is great and she loves me and cares about me and is always there for me and thank God doesn't read this blog.

But, apparently due to the fact that my cousin who is a few months younger than me is just about to have her second child and my cousin who is four years younger than me just started dating (though I would like to note that she has been back from seminary for, um, less than five months), I have become the family old maid.

Which means that I have become my grandmother's shidduch project. Which is even more unfortunate because after making a few phone calls, she called me last week convinced she had the perfect guy for me. One phone call to a friend who once sorta knew the guy told me that he used to brag to girls he barely knew about liking porn.

Now, I really don't care to think about how many guys like porn, but I do know that I don't want to date a guy who brags about it.

Now I just have to figure out what to tell my grandmother...