“As soon as I saw Marvin, I liked him,” says Oshrat Kidron of Petah Tikva. She liked his look – a baseball cap with a skull cap underneath. Marvin's attentions were on someone else. When Oshrat asked for his phone number, he replied: “I lost my phone.”
She didn't think he was telling the truth (he was).
“You know when you’re watching a horror film and the girl is about to head into the shed because she forgot her sweater? And you’re sitting there watching the whole thing and cringing, saying, ‘No, no, no!! Just don’t go into that shed! Just forget about your sweater!’”
“Well, that’s how I feel when I read your dating columns.”
This from a friend whom I saw at a party on the Upper West Side. Which is another way of saying, this is the first I had heard of the “Abby as singles’ horror columnist” before.
The Days of Awe and the nagging marriage question.
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The days of Rosh HaShanah and Yom Kippur are supposed to be days of judgment by God. But for singles, they are often days of judgment by family and friends who ask the inevitable — and inevitably annoying — question: “Why aren’t you married yet?”
They have different skin colors and different mother tongues. But Ethiopian-born Nurit Beru Kuchuk says: "We have so much in common. We both moved to Israel with our families at a young age and both served in the Israeli army." Her Moldova-born husband, Gennady Kuchuk, adds: "We both spent time in the U.S.; and we are both film professionals." Nurit is a photographer; Gennady is a script writer and film director.
First the drive from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv, which is often more like a “extended standstill” than an actual drive, was smooth sailing and without incident.
And even the weather, which has been so hot and oppressive, managed to cooperate.
Which is another way of saying that by the time we got to Tel Aviv, I even sensed a slight breeze and did not feel the need to remove every item of clothing, including and not excluding my bones, just to get a little relief.
I'm lapping up Girls in their Married Bliss after finding it on the five-shekel rack at my favorite used bookstore.
Which is another way of saying, Why can’t I just stay home and read books? Why must I endlessly search for a husband when I should be lying prone on the snake chair reading? Particularly because I happen to be lousy at the former and so very talented at the later?