Tuesday, July 11, 2006

How I broke the heart of all of the Jewish boys

Aviva’s brother’s wedding was on Saturday night. I didn’t really want to go, but Aviva reallyreallyreally wanted me to come and I’m lousy at saying no.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t all that bad.

It helped that I was wearing a rockin’ dress and that my hair (which Meg did for me) was super cute. The fun factor was also upped by the absence of a head table, thus allowing me to sit with Aviva (who was a bridesmaid) and the fact that I got to dance to Hava Nagila for the first time.

The first time that I can recall, anyway. Aviva grabbed my hand and said “welcome to your first Jewish wedding” and pulled me to the dance floor.

I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t sure if it actually was my first Jewish wedding (I grew up in an area with a lot of Jewish families) but the music was far too loud. So I just went with the flow.

And continued going with it all night.

Normally, I am painfully good at being excessively shy and self-conscious. I hang back. I’m a watcher.

On Saturday night, though, I was more of a doer. Dancing, not watching the dance floor. Talking, not just listening. I was Every Girl, not Quiet, Standoffish Girl and that, my friends, was a welcome change from the status quo.

Aviva’s brother is just two years older than we are; lots of his friends were at the wedding.

I sat next to one of his buddies, Dan. So we’re talking and – woah! – the business Dave owns is close to my apartment.

“There aren’t a lot of Jews on the east side,” he says.

“Well.” I smiled. “Actually, I’m not Jewish.”

“Oh. Uh. I’m sorry. That was sort of foolish of me to assume, I just...”

“No big deal.”

Like I said, I come from an area with a fairly large Jewish population. And, while most of the Jews I know aren’t particularly religious, they are very much culturally Jewish. They might not don’t go to temple all that often, but their social circle consists almost entirely of other Jews. Their parents expect them to date and marry Jewish; they expect the same.

Regardless of his background, Dan must not have been too disappointed by our lack of shared religion. He asked me to dance at least five times over the course of the evening. I didn’t refuse his invitation once.

And then there was Justin. A law student. Who also asked me to dance. Who was very cute. And sweet. And have I mentioned that he will be a lawyer just in one short year? And that I’m easily impressed?

At the brunch Aviva’s parents held on Sunday morning, Aviva caught him talking with a friend. “Did Dan get her number?” the friend asked Justin.

Aviva couldn’t help but butt in. “Are you talking about my friend Alyson?”

They were.

Justin admitted it and proceeded to ask her for my phone number. He goes to law school in Washington D.C., but he’ll be home for at least another month.


Aviva told him about the little Jewish assumption Dan had made. Justin mentioned that he didn’t think that Dan was the type to actually care. Then he made it clear that it didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Aviva gave him my phone number and promised that she’d call me to give me the heads-up.

So now I know that he might be calling.

And that Dan dug me, too.

I don’t care if nothing happens. I won’t mind if Justin never calls.

Colin is the only boy who has ever really been into me. The only one who has ever made a legitimate effort. So, I guess it’s just nice to think that he isn’t the only one.

Because I’m awfully good at selling myself short.


Unknown said...

I don't know why you sell yourself short, sweetie! You have it all- good looks, great personality, super athleticism, and you're witty & funny.

Did I just sell you? :)

A said...

Awwww. GFF. You're so sweet.

If that science thing doesn't work out, you should really look into sales. ;)

Mrs. Architect said...

WOW! What a fantastic night! I am SO proud of you for being the go-getter and into the mix!

I can't imagine any guy not falling all over you!!!!

Stace said...

Long time no comment. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NUTS!! Your gorgeous and you have a TON going for you. I'm impressed with you being the doer, and I'm sure guys DIG on you all the time, but they are to shy to say anything or if they flirt you don't realize it. Ditch Colin if he's still in the picture. :)

Plantation said...

First, I'm glad you got to experience a little Jewish culture. You probably have more Jewish friends than I do. I'm such a non-Jew, it's embarrassing. My own wedding was non-Jewish. Second, this concept of guys wanting your number is only the beginning. At some point in your life, hopefully soon, you'll finally realize and convince yourself that what all your friends and readers are saying about you is totally true. And when that light bulb finally goes off, your life will change. I'm tellin' ya, it WILL.

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