{"id":1661,"date":"2007-12-08T19:28:51","date_gmt":"2007-12-09T02:16:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=1661"},"modified":"2007-12-08T21:37:37","modified_gmt":"2007-12-09T04:25:37","slug":"how-eva-got-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lukeford.net\/blog\/?p=1661","title":{"rendered":"How Eva Got Married"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Reason number one why I came to Israel was for the job. ( I’ll also confess that I knew I would probably be getting married soon- even in a year or two- there was no way my family would allow me to be single for too long- and so I wanted to at least live on my own for awhile before I was married. I had never gone to seminary, sleep away camp, or lived in a dorm before the age of 21. ) Reason number twenty two was because of the boy. But God has his own plan and everything is hashgacha because the job fell through and I ended up getting engaged.<\/p>\n

On our first date my husband was talking about how in Israel a boy who worked was almost considered off the derech- he said this towards the end of our date- and I told him that I had wrote about it and I wanted him to see it. The comment from anonymous on my post Microcosm of a Macrocosm<\/a> is from my husband. On our way out of the hotel lobby I found an internet business spot for 50 shekel an hour and my husband read parts of my blog.<\/p>\n

One interesting bit about my husband is that he customizes company blogs. I asked him if he also customizes personal blogs and his response was- this is before he knew that I had a pesonal blog- “Who reads personal blogs? Maybe just a few of your friends.” Even though I was deeply offended I didn’t say anything. He has a blog where he writes about computers and created free software and he gets an average of 700 people who visit his blog every day. When I later on told him that one of the reasons why I wanted to marry him was because 700 people read his blog every day he was not very impressed. “Ouch, ouch, that means I’m in big trouble.” I had to explain to him that all girls like famous people, and anyone who gets 700 people reading their blog every day is a famous person.<\/p>\n

On our second date I mentioned something about my parents and I asked him about his parents and with a look of deep confusion on his face, asked me, “Do you know anything about me?” His parents had been separated for a year and were in the process of a divorce. This is another part of hashgacha pratis- had I known about this my perception of my husband before I would even start going out with him would probably be very different. Before I even went out with my husband my brother asked me a few times if I wanted to know about him. My response was always the same “no” because my line of logic was: What’s the point of checking and checking into someone if after one date you can see that they’re not for you. I also learnt that his mother was Moroccan and so like me he was half Sephardic. I had previously thought that he was completely ashkenaz.<\/p>\n

On our third date we had gone to the zoo near Giloh and I told my husband there was something I must show him on the internet. “I hope I’m not becoming the internet girl,” I said. My husband refused to go to an internet cafe “since only retarded crazy yeshiva boys go there” and so we settled on a hotel lobby instead- this time it was only 16 shekel an hour. I logged into my e-mail account and I showed my husband a picture of himself on a cruise he had taken a few months back- he has a beard because of sefirah and a fake Versaccee hat in the picture. When my husband saw the picture he was very confused for a few minutes. First he thought maybe he had posted that picture of himself online- but he knew he hadn’t, then he though that maybe I was looking at his e-mail, but he saw that it was my e-mail address.<\/p>\n

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