...except for me and my monkey! "Everything we see hides another thing. We always want to see what is hidden by what we see." -Rene Magritte

Monday, February 25, 2008

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match / Find me a find, catch me a catch

I've only gone to Erev Shabbat services at Havurah Shalom (a Reconstructionist shul) a few times, and I've only met a handful of people there. Although I don't remember it, I guess one of those people was Susie, a short woman with curly grey hair and a New England accent, because during the oneg last Friday she came up to me and chirped, "Hi, Jessica!" I greeted her in turn and then she said, "You left so quickly last week that I didn't have a chance to ask you: Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I do," I said, sort of surprised. I thought that maybe she knew Daniel's family or something.

"Darn!" she said, with an exaggerated finger snap. "Because I have the perfect boy for you!"

I thanked her anyway and considered telling her that at least my boyfriend is Jewish, but decided that that was unnecessary. We said shabbat shalom and she went off to grab another piece of challah. I found it to be a funny moment: I can count on the fingers of one hand the times I've davened there, and she's already trying to fix me up with a nice Jewish boy.

I didn't mean to disappear from the blogosphere for a month--I'll post more tomorrow or the next day. In the meantime, I found Internet Monk's post Three Days Among the Mainlines to be interesting and elucidating. And praise the Lord, Twisty's back at I Blame the Patriarchy!