Ah my blog readers, (all two of you), it's been a long long time.
And I've had things to say, I really have. I've just been lazy and unmotivated.
In dating news... I MIGHT have a keeper. Yes, after months and months of bad dates and bad sort-of boyfriends.
Really, I like this one. 6 weeks of good good times. And no drama. No weirdness. No ex-wives, no annual Burning Man enthusiasm that I can't pretend to be into too. None of that. The only thing that's making the neuroses rear their ugly head, is that he's Jewish, and I'm not. Now I don't care what he is, but will he care what I am (retired Catholic with about 23 years since her first and last confession....) eventually? I guess time will tell. I just wonder about it, since there have been a few conversational clues that Jewish culture is sort of important to him.
So it was rather funny that yesterday while checking out the sale books at my local bookstore, I came across the following title, "So You're Dating a Jew...." I couldn't help myself. After perusing a few pages, I had to put it down. Because I am exactly the kind of person who would buy a book like that and then use it as fodder for every one of her neuroses about this religious difference. And god forbid he should find it one day along with the rest of my self-help collection.