My house itself is in poor condition. I live in a city where the property makes up so much of our value that I await the day that the city deducts money from our assessment for having any structure on our property at all. As far as the city is concerned, I might as well live in a mid-ranged pup tent. My house is managed by a subpar housekeeper (yours truly). But I'm a good cook. So coming to my house gives the visitor that warm, happy feeling of being in the company of people who keep a much messier house than you do, with fairly good food to boot. Additionally, everyone living in my house except for me is a nice person, and good company.
This Shabbes, we had not one, not two, but three young and attractive couples over.
That's the stuff. Anyone feel like taking some quizzes?
I have been married for awhile now, and my husband and I both had the same thought: I am so happy that I am not dating.
When one is married, one learns to take certain good qualities for granted. But having young friends who are just dating reminds the observer that there is an entire world of faults out there, faults that the observer had forgotten existed.
A young lady broke up with the Captain for "inhibiting the positivity of [her] self-worth." Date, and you may end up dating someone who speaks in psychobabble.
Date, and you may end up dating someone who eats octopus or eel and wants to share.
Date, and you may find a vegan, or someone someone who Master Cleanses.
The next man you date may be Casey Serin. The next woman you date may be Aria Star
border="0" alt="" />Casey Serin, serial fraudster.
A friend of mine is adjusting to a new marriage. They are compatible. They had a long courtship. Nonetheless, I think a certain amount of marriage adjustment just has to be done with teeth gritted and the thought "I could always torch this place and run off to stay at the Hotel 6" in the back of one's mind.
Actually, that last part might just have been me.
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