Hey, hey. No pushing!
One of the best things about living in NYC is running into random people from various stages of your life in haphazard places.
Wednesday morning I recognized my friend Marc making his way down Hoyt Avenue to the train. I crept up behind him and started breathing down his neck before saying something I can't recall. He jumped back and told me that I gave him a heart attack. (I could tell he wanted to hit me - and who could blame him?)
As we were sitting on the train catching up he told me a friend of ours is dating some guy and she's happier than she's ever been.
He asks about my (nonexistant) love life. Then he says what I'm sure is a common misconception. "You want one of those guys you can push around."
Actually that couldn't be further from the truth. As I told him, in my natural state as care giver there have been many times I would love it if someone took care of me (at least every now and again).
Without a second thought and with a straight smile, he said, "Oh, You need a Jew."
Apparently the friend who has been happier than ever for the last year has one. And Marc (who is Jewish) and his girl are engaged. And incidentally he rented chimpanzees to hang out with them on her birthday - how fucking cool is that?
So there you have it folks, the quest is on for a nice Jewish boy seeking a goofy, warm-hearted shiksa pagan.
Anyone? anyone? anyone?