Parshat Acharey Mot (Leviticus 16:1-18:30)
From now on, I'll only go on dates in pajamas.
Once, I went out with this guy who was really traditional -- not Jewishly, but when it came to dating. He believed in chivalry: If we drove somewhere, he would always run around to my side and open the door, even though it took longer and I was perfectly capable of opening it myself.
Letters to the Editor.
I'm a sucker for a slugger in a baseball hat. So I got caught looking at Alex, the hottie at my weekly Sunday softball game. He works for a nonprofit, volunteers at a local hospital and drinks at St. Nicks. And he has the greatest laugh.
A friend of mine and I were sitting at Canter's having lunch when we were discussing my dating life -- or lack of it. Since he knows what a cool guy I am, he suggested that there was just one tactic to take -- to make up an ex-wife and a divorce so that I could avoid the stigma of having never been married. He went a step better -- he went for the widower concept, which I liked, and embellished with the death of my wife in a tragic car wreck. But here's the problem: It's not so much that I'm against lying on principle, it has its place. It's just that I suck at it.