My First American
Sunday, August 4th, 2002At first I was afraid, I was petrified…
Okay, so I’m Israeli. So what.
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At first I was afraid, I was petrified…
Okay, so I’m Israeli. So what.
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As far as I can recall it was the shortest date I’ve ever had. It couldnt last. Not for another minute.
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Some tastes stay with you forever.
Cuban cigars, fine old wine and… Swiss chocolate.
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Do you sometimes feel the need to be close to someone? Share intimacy with your beloved?
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This guy was original, I’ll give him that. He had a very special surprise for me all planned out. Not the kind of surprises we girls like, though.
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I was mamesh considering to have this guy hospitalised. Seriously, is it against the halacha to just be NORMAL?
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Could it be that Eliyahu Hanovi also reveals himself in the image of an Italian mafia-looking guy?
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How many of your friends is your evening’s date supposed to meet before you end up having coffee?
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This is a positive story. I didnt get married or anything inconceivable like that, but, well, someone else did, so it should do.
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