Second date killers

You go on a first date, you have a good time.
You come home happy, you agree to meet again.

Second date comes, you're already more comfortable. After all he is no longer a stranger. When that second sate drags along, you are pleasantly surprise. He talks, he flirts, then he drops you off. He tells you how great it was to see you again and that you will be hearing from him. You come home happy, already thinking about a third date

The next day, you have yet to hear back from your date. However, as the day goes by, you start wondering if perhaps you should contact the person who set you up. You hate to be the one making that call, but you tell yourself it could be worse (had you had to call up the guy himself...).

Next thing you know, there will be no third date. You're an amazing girl but you're just not for him.You were not mistaken, you just don't understand.  He really seemed to enjoy your company. He enjoyed stretching out that second date... So what killed it?

Sometimes you'll hear that you're just too good for him, or that it isn't the right time for him..

So why the need to stretch out that second date? Why make it so intense, full of hope and future instead of taking it slow? Why risk portraying the wrong image leaving someone bewildered behind?

He doesn't know and you don't know. One thing WE girls do know is that we'd like boys to be more cautious while dealing/playing with a girl's heart. This request is by nature complicated, we know...but don't we all wish...

If you are that girl to whom second dates mean a lot, perhaps it is time for you to move up your reference bar to the third date.

Because to my roommates, to my friends and to whom ever cares to share, I can no longer be making excuses for all these guys, whatever they might be thinking...

Please Help New York

Dear G-d

 

When You see the men in the rehabilitation centers smoking through the gates,

When You see the street cleaning trucks leave a trail of dirt behind,

When You see all the double parked cars to avoid getting a ticket,

When You see the aggressive drivers make a move,

When You hear the obnoxious citizens cursing at you for going on a green light,

When You hear the wonderful sounds of honking, shouting and train shrieking, 

When You see the insufficient amount of elevators in the 23 story buildings of Manhattan

When You do, please help New York

Says who?

Dear readers,

I have a non-jewish friend who is a homosexual. He and his partner were one of the first couples in DC to get married after it became legal (they even starred on Oprah because of it!)

Yesterday, I received an email from him with the following attachment:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/24/rabbi-yehuda-levin-earthquake_n_935596.html?ref=email_share

"A New York rabbi claims gay marriage and the earthquake that shook the East Coast are directly connected.

In a video uploaded to YouTube, Levin says gay rights legislation, like the gay marriage law passed in New York, are responsible for earthquakes, like the one that struck Washington, D.C. Tuesday.

“The Talmud states, 'You have shaken your male member in a place where it doesn't belong. I too, will shake the Earth,'” Levin says.

He also notes that he does not dislike gay people.

"We don't hate homosexuals," he says. "I feel bad for homosexuals. It's a revolt against God and literally, there's hell to pay."

What do we think about it?

Whom are we to assert such certitudes?

"I do love him,

                    he was so sweet, so kind to me..."


A running line I've been hearing quite often lately in the many soap operas I watch while I study.

What is it with these married women having affairs with just out of puberty teenagers?

What is it with these girls dating a four time around divorced guy, believing they must be the one?

Pathetic reasons or so it seems.

They all say the same thing about the man/boy in their lives.

But can attention be the source of all love?

Does kindness redefine love?

A pass to heaven

Today I travelled to a different city.
In my extreme kindness (or maybe stupidity), I offered a ride to whoever needed a lift.
I ended up taking two passengers thinking they would contribute to gas and tolls (They didn't)
A man and his wife, sat them in the back seat. But it wasn't enough.

The whole trip I had to:

•  pretend I was laughing at jokes that weren't funny,
• pretend I understood his numerous Vorts explaining why women should be going to college in order to be able to support their husbands,
• pretend I knew why anger is the source of all depression, 
• pretend I wasn't listening when they were arguing (making me feel really uncomfortable)
• pretend I didnt mind listening to Shlomo Carlebach music played in a tape recorder,
• pretend It was such a fun ride we should do it again after Shabbos!!!

No way.
But I am off to bed tonight feeling good about myself, how I survived it and how I handled it.

I did them a favor which was definitely not easy for me.

Perhaps I did just earn something nice, like a pass to heaven.....

Matchmaker Matchmaker, Make Me a Match

Find me a find
      Catch me a catch...

As of today, my mother has officially married off 19 couples (none of which include her children).

My 18 years old sister has one married couple to her count.

My 25 years old sister is considered a cripple for still being single.

I am single and happy. I've seen it too often to agree to throw myself into the cruel arena of dating. If I get set up, great. If i meet someone, even better. But I am nowhere near the days when I will be going around distributing a resume (still non-existent).

My mother is amazing. She stays out of my dating life, she gives me the space I need in order to make my own decisions. When I told her I might start dating, just so she shouldn't be shocked if a guy in my life ever came up she said to me :"You know I can help you, if you want."

She made me smile.

19 is a big number.
 Maybe she can help my older sister first.

Mixed Seating, Mixed Dancing ??

Jokingly, I asked a friend of mine who is engaged, if she will be setting me up with guys.

Her answer: "My wedding will be mixed seating... so yea!!!!!"

Loved it. 

Finally meeting boys without having to bite my nails over a cup of coffee or Facebook stalking.

Of course there will be separate dance floor so I will not be dancing in a white pretty dress waiting to be chosen by a handsome stranger. Gone are the days of girls dancing in the fields... By the way, how was that okay?? 

It somewhat reminds me of how my grand mother met my grand father. She went to Shul on Rosh Hashana and her father who was a well renowned Rabbi told her to carefully look down into the men section and pick out the man she wants for husband. She picked my grand father and here we are today. 

I feel like doing the same ....