At Shabbat dinner, a woman turned to me and said, “Do you like strong women?”<\/p>\n
“Yes,” I said. “How did you know? Because I’m a writer and a teacher of Alexander Technique, therefore I am a sensitive guy?”<\/p>\n
“I’ve got a friend I want to set you up with,” she said. “How do you feel about Russians?”<\/p>\n
“I have no problem with Russians,” I said.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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).<\/p>\n
And as I spoke, this precocious five year-old girl beside me imitated my every gesture and word.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading