At Shabbat dinner, a woman turned to me and said, “Do you like strong women?”
“Yes,” I said. “How did you know? Because I’m a writer and a teacher of Alexander Technique, therefore I am a sensitive guy?”
“I’ve got a friend I want to set you up with,” she said. “How do you feel about Russians?”
“I have no problem with Russians,” I said.
I do like strong women. I guess I am a sensitive guy. I like women who are disciplined and educated (not necessarily formally) and who read books.
I don’t like women who take the easy way out, who get through life on their looks and on their ability to manipulate men. I don’t like women who have no problem stealing from big companies and from strangers (a habit of a woman I dated who was very kind to those she loved but couldn’t care less about strangers).
And as I spoke, this precocious five year-old girl beside me imitated my every gesture and word.