So in early 1995, I met this girl at a Conservative synagogue and we started going out. I was living out of my car at the time.
Then one day she came home and found out she had been burgled, so she called me and I started staying with her. If she hadn’t been burgled, that might never have happened.
She was a shy, insecure girl. Almost everything with her was a little awkward. After a few nights, she felt better and I was back sleeping in my car.
When women go through disasters like burglary, that’s when I start to look good to them.
