We met at a bar in Tel Aviv. I was covering an event for work and he was a volunteer for the organization I was profiling.
According to my version, I was standing on the sidelines, mustering up my courage to approach strangers, when he approached me. Relieved that the “quotes” were coming to me and that I didn’t have to ask for them, I proceeded to pull out my notebook and pepper him with questions. All in the name of work, of course.
The thing about “Greenberg,” the latest movie by my most favorite filmmaker, Noah Baumbach, is that I’ve dated that guy. Not Baumbach, unfortunately. I should be so lucky. But the character, Greenberg, played by the king of on-screen neuroses, Ben Stiller.
When I was in high school, I took a private course to prepare for the S.A.T.'s because that's what all my friends were doing. And, if you think about it, what does it say about university entrance exams if they require extra preparation that only some families can afford?
But lest you think this is a high and mighty commentary about class and education, don't you worry your pretty little head: It's all about my love life.
‘Douglas is out of town again,” I tell my mother with a sigh. “I am so proud of him, really, winning the MacArthur ‘genius’ grant and then spending the free time he doesn’t have in Haiti, but still ... even geniuses need to spend some time with their girlfriends!”
“I wish I could meet this Douglas, I have heard so much about him,” is my mother’s reply.
Abigail Pickus refers to herself as the reader’s “humble bespectacled heroine” in her Matchup column (“Call Waiting,” Jan. 1). After reading her story, I did not draw that conclusion. She writes “in a moment of sincere selflessness” she asked her friend if she should approach a guy the friend was interested in, then ends up talking with him all evening. I advise Pickus to look up the definition of selflessness.