Sunday, April 19, 2009
Of shidduchim, conversations and musketeers
A horror story to some, a funny story to others.
A friend of mine told me a story about his grandparents. His grandmother was a chatterbox. When she was going through a shidduch with his grandfather, he was very talkative too — so, the bride-to-be was happy: she had finally found someone she can have a nice talk with.
After they got married, the husband stopped talking. Initially she thought he was shy, or it was a shock from the wedding, new responsibilities, etc. But as the time passed on, the husband was talking as much as Grimaud (the servant of Athos from The Three Musketeers).
Eventually she asked him: why wasn’t he so talkative anymore? The husband answered: “I said everything I had to say.”
Update (for le7): And after that they lived for the rest of their happy lives in comfortable silence.