Unbroken Glass

I call this the Neverending Story. Part Two.

I went out with this guy three years ago.
Ugh, I am aging…
ANYWAY, he was the first guy I have met to earn the title “Normal”, and trust me, I don’t give that one out easily.
He was clever and witty and charming and funny funny funny, and, most importantly, he was so put together.
Hmm…
A Baal Teshuva and Put Together. What an oxymoron.
But he really was, and he made me laugh all the time, mamesh had me in tears.
Just hearing his voice on the phone made me smile.

The shadchan phoned me to ask whats up, I told him that its all good and that I’d definitely like to go out with this guy again.
The shadchan promised to give me a call as soon as he gets a hold of the guy.
But he never did, for my date vanished. Boo.
Never called, not the shadchan and of course not me.
That got me so irritated. Not because he didn’t want me, I can take the rejection, it’s because its so so rude to just disappear.
The shadchan said that I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, said that maybe he is so sensitive and can’t cope with hurting my feelings.
Aha. I sat there and considered what he said. All I thought was WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MEN???
Like, I am sure this stupid thing makes sense to men, but as for me, I would rather tell someone I don’t like, that I don’t like him rather than drag him on for weeks . Without calling. But hey, I am so old fashioned.

Finally he calls me.
Three years later.
I was sitting on the floor opposite my computer about a month ago, and out of the blue, I get a call. From a number I don’t recognize at all. I was actually under the table, trying to fit various wires into the funny box on the side of my computer and NONE of it made any sense to me at all, and so the phone call came, shall we say, not at the best time.

I didn’t recognize his voice. I had to ask him several times for his name and I just didn’t have a clue who it was, I was so not focused on his answer. I was too occupied with trying to kill the virus that ate my CD rom.
When I realized it was him, the same guy from three years ago, I was so shocked that I nearly banged my head on the desk.
Oh! You! Ha! Just the one I need!
He is a computers programmer, you see. (What a rare occupation.)
So I took the opportunity to ask him all my questions, why isnt it working, and now this Outlook Express isnt opening again, and I really need my emails now, and my files and documents, and music! I need everything to work! Help me!
I was practically about to cry.
Just then, after my long heart-breaking monolgue, I realized that I hadn’t even asked him what he wants.
He said he thought about things (!!) and came to a decision that he would like to go out with me again, that is, if I am not married now or anything like that.
That one almost cost me another under-the-desk-headbanging.
Well, I said to him while crawling from under the table, why?
I mean, its been THREE YEARS. It really has. I could have been married for all he knew. I was quite impressed with his seeming cautiousness, the fact that he had been weighing it up for the past three years, not knowing what to do. Kind of like those big Rabbis that when they don’t know the answer, they sit in a room and meditate on it for as long as they need and then come out twelve years later and say, I figured it out and everyone is like, Huh?
So I decided that he might just be the next Gadol Hador and I just cant miss the opportunity.
My considerations are quicker than his and I gave him my answer in slightly under three minutes. As opposed to SOME people.
Sure, I said. Why not.
I asked him a couple more questions about my computer and then he said he has to go now but he will call me next week and we’ll make a time and meet.
Excellent, I said. Talk to you then.
I wasn’t paying much attention to him, thats the truth. I was just so anxious to sort my technical problems over here.
I went back to my computer and forgot about the whole thing.

Only now I realize that its been a month since then.
He still hasn’t called back.
This guy is properly a Super-Vanisher. But who knows, maybe I’ll get to hear from him in the next 2-3 years.
Will let you know.

Anyway, my computer is doing so much better and that is all that matters now.

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