Category: Dating in Israel
Cultural Exchange and Ghost Stories
Now that I’ve reached a certain level of awareness of Israeli culture, I’m able to be somewhat useful as a translator of American dating culture. Diva asked me about a guy who’s Israeli but his family is from Canada, and who studied there. We talked off and on for two…
No More Fucks
Having already decided not to manufacture fucks to give about people who aren’t reciprocating, it’s interesting to watch someone new acting on wild assumptions. It’s a bit of the mixed blessing of looking much younger than I actually am. Dudes assume I’m going to behave like someone who’s under pressure…
The Filters Worked
I thought of entitling this post, “A Clear and Peasant Danger,” but that was too corny. Besides, he’s actually not a danger because he’s disqualified himself. He chickened out of the talk with Diva and got a little too passive aggressively judgy about my situation, so that was that. He’s…
Box Liberation
I’ve moved to a new apartment. After the fiasco with the last one, though this one is a bit smaller and the yard is a floor down from us, it’s a comparative paradise. No cats have died thusfar, or have even tried to escape. Pitzu went to explore the hallway…
Goodbye Uncle Fester
It has taken me awhile to sit down and write about it. On June 18 or 19, it was unclear from the posts by mutual friends, the man I once affectionately nicknamed Fester committed suicide by jumping from a window. This makes him the fifth man to die violently after…
