Lady in Waiting

Single Jewish Lady waiting to get out of New York.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

What in the world?

Dude, I don't believe this guy. How in the world does he function? So, it's been a few weeks, but he finally called. He called me on a thur. night. Told me his whole family said hi, and a few other people who happened to know me. Apparently, he told the whole world about us. BUT WE'VE ONLY BEEN ON ONE DATE, and then he didn't call me for over two weeks after that. I figured we weren't dating anymore. So he told me everyone said hi, and then asked me to go out on a sunday night. I had a good excuse that I was going to be out of town that sunday so I couldn't go. So he said ok, and then said goodnight. That was it. A 5 minute conversation about how everyone said hi, and then asked me out and then goodbye. No, well would you like to go out on monday then. Or no, have a safe trip I'll call you next week to set up another day to go out. NOTHING. I just don't get the guy. Is it just me?

Ok, onto bigger and better things. Yoshie told me he loved me today. He's one of my students who is 4.5 years old. So cute. He's an early intervention student. So, the reason I'm bringing this up, is cause my director told me a cute story about the day I went out of town. The day before I left, I let Yoshie know that I would be on an airplane the next day so he wouldn't see me. My director told me that the day I was gone, yoshie ran into my office, saw that someone else was sitting in my chair and said, "Your not Ms. ----, Ms.---- is on an airplane." Then proceded to run back into his classroom, rummage through his drawer and pull something out. After he found what he was looking for, he ran back to my office, showed the other lady the picture that we had taken together and that he had saved. "This is Ms. ----, she is on an airplane, I love her." I love yoshie, too. Even if he has peed on me, even if he doesn't always listen to what I say, I will always remember this story and smile. Why aren't all men this sweet?

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

I will not call him!

So, I went against my word. I dated again. This time, I had multiple sources that the guy would be normal, that he is not mentally lacking, and that he is normal. I say normal twice becuase I asked that about ten times. It was my main concern. So this is how it went. Afte checking him out, I finally said yes. The shadchan told him that I said yes and I waited. And I waited. About 2 weeks later I called the shadchan and told her he didn't call. She spoke to him briefly and he said that he had left a message. Let me tell you, there was no message to be had. So she told me to call him. Ok, I gave in. I called him, even though I am an old fashioned girl, I called him. We set a date. Made it for the next night cause I was going out of town the following day. When I finally set a time and place for us to meet, I hung up the phone. I said "I" becuase I did the deciding. Let me tell you, I don't like being the man in a relationship. I just like it. I want to be treated like a girl, protected, and want to feel beautiful. This didn't make me feel like anyone of those. Ok, fine. I got over it (or am getting over it.) The next day I went to meet him. He was more than a half hour late. Me being who I am gives everyone 10 min. lee-way in nyc cause of subway trafic and such. But over 30 min. lee-way is a lot. He finally got there and then we went to the place I had selected, making a few stops along the way, with him talking most of the time. I'm going to skip the rest cause i feel as if it doesn't really matter how the rest of the date went. When i spoke to the shadchan, she told me he had a great time, and wants to go out again. Now, do I let these few things bother me, or do I just get over them. The shadchan advised me to give him another shot cause it was the first date and you can't really feel a person from the first date with nervers and everything. Ok, fine. I said yes, she convinced me. She's right in a way, maybe I was in a bad mode that day and everything seemed huge eventhough it was little. So I said I would go out again. This was before the sukkot holiday. To this day, I'm still waiting for him to call. Ok, there was a holiday, yes I give him that, but it's been over two weeks. There has had to have been a time when it wasn't a holiday and he could call me. Is it rude of me to say I will not call him? Well, I'm a woman, I should be treated like one. I refuse to be the man in the relationship. That's what men are for. I'm putting my foot down, I will not call him.
I will not call him!

Sunday, October 01, 2006

the weekend

Shabbos was really nice. I got invited out for both meals. Which was really nice. That doesn't happen all to often. Both meals were really nice. Friday night had an all girls meal. About 15 people. Most of whom I did not know. Which wasnice to meet new people. For me it doesn't happen all that often. Lunch was smaller. I was invited by a friend who I have known since middle school. She is now married to a really cute little australian. They were great. Made way to much food. And had a couple others over as well.
Last night, I decided to go the this Midreshet/Kollel yom rishon. Oh my goodness. There were litterally millions of people there. They kept bringing in chair after chair after chair. It was crazy. I kept getting so distracted at the people that kept walking in. I'm surprised the speaker didn't lose his place. I didn't stay for the second half cause i fugured that since I was having a hard time concentrating, I could do a little learning for myself at home. It's nice that way, cause if I space out, I can go back and do it over again.
Tonight is Yom Kippur. So I wanted to apologise to all that I have offended. Inside my posts and outside as well. I do feel that I have to apologise specifically to Nice Jewish Boy. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I was really just playing with you. So I am sorry for that. And all you other people out there. I'm sorry. I ask for mechila. And with that. Have a happy and healthy new year and and easy and meaningful fast.