Dr. Allison Stakofsky, a pediatric resident, said Jewish singles events pose the threat of being a difficult [read: awkward] experience. Yet she was grateful to be having “Cocktails on The Roof” along with nearly 250 other singles at the Manhattan Jewish Experience on West 86th Street, and there were indeed some prospects.
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.
Because no one told me, I am telling you: If you are ever invited to an Israeli wedding, don't wear heels!
It's not like I'm a big high heel wearer. In fact, I don't even own that many pairs of shoes and the ones that I do own are all red. But since Israel is the land of casual-wear, when I dusted off some relatively spiffy threads for a work colleague's wedding, I noticed a pair of neglected heels in my closet and thought, Why not?
Walking along Emek Refaim the other morning I gasped when I saw that what once was a bus shelter had shattered into a million pieces, with shards of glass strewn everywhere and a big, gaping hole where the billboard once stood.
Across the street the same story: Broken glass and police tape sequestering it, not that this prevented anyone from staying away. People just jumped over the police tape and
My friend sent out an article to her single and (ahem!) aging girlfriends as a show of solidarity. So it's not her fault that I'm a total cranky pants. Plus, why would she suspect that an article about having a baby alone would make me go so ballistic?