Monday, December 31, 2012

Savannah, Georgia

Opening the door from the stairs to the lobby of the hotel, I felt the door bump into something. Something that shouldn't have been there. Knowing that it would be a person, and before seeing who it was, an apology was already halfway out of my mouth.

It was a woman standing in front of the door. She apologized as well for having been in a place that she shouldn't have been. And she did so in an English accent. Curious, I asked her if she was from England. She said no. I wasn't going to give in, so I asked if it was Australia. Nope. South Africa? No. I gave up and asked her. Savannah, Georgia. What?

I'm no expert in accents, but I know enough not to confuse a Southern accent for an English sounding one. Turns out she was putting it on. Ok, whatever.

Saturday night I bumped into her again and a friend who was with me asked her about the weather out there. After discussing that for a minute, I piped in that Florida and California were my two destinations of choice if weather were the only factor.

She replied, "Forget there, come back with me to Georgia!" Her cohorts were quick to second the motion and a total of five women extended an invitation to me to join them in Savannah, Georgia.

There was no chance of a comprehensible statement leaving my mouth after that line, never mind the follow-up offers, so I laughed half-heartedly and quickly made my escape.

The blatant lack of embarrassment displayed by these women in front of each other and multiple other people reminded me of the trait we Jews are blessed to possess: Bashfulness (Yevamos, 79a).

Have any of you ever been on the receiving end of such an inappropriate offer?

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


To the ground.
Different people.
Different places.
Different songs.
Were my
Gave up.
You're back.

HT to Rachelli from Rachelli Writes for the style of this post. Hers is infinitely better than mine, but I've given it a go. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Chanukah Thoughts

Babylonians, Persians, Greeks
They all thought we were meek
Calculated on us being weak

What did they know about Jews?
Our money they wanted to accrue
Our religion they felt we should rue

But the Maccabees felt different
And became quite belligerent
Towards those who were tolerant

Religious extremists they were
Hellenism and beauty they did spur
Their way of life they would aver

Not big-chested men were they
Body types more suited for crochet
But about Torah they were not blasé

They stood holy, few and righteous
Against impure, many and churchless
Winning with Torah as a compass

Their battles for us we must remember
So let each of us take our measure
How we stand in making things better

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Together, Forever?

I remember the day
When she walked my way
No smile on her face
Terror in its place

She told me her story
Fame, fortune and glory
Waited for my reaction
Aware of her infraction

"You said 'for life'!"
"Not as your wife"
"You said 'together'!"
"As a friend? Forever!"

Engaged to a prince
The decision was a cinch
What could I offer
That could empty his coffer?

I searched high and low
My heart losing its glow
As I lost her to the guy
Had to say goodbye

She called me today
"I just wanted to say
You still have my heart
And I'm sorry I did part"

"You left me," I cried
"I know," she sighed
"I regret it every day
But I can't get away"

"Goodbye my old friend
We've come to our end
Our relationship is over
I hope you got your closure

My wound is still open
From losing your devotion
For choosing a guy with money
Over your lifelong buddy"

With tears in my eyes
I said one last goodbye
Hung up the call
And started to bawl

The End?

Friday, December 7, 2012

Something Different

I never thought I'd say this. Ever. In my life. I can't believe I'm going to say it now. But I'm going to say  it anyway.

I own a Victoria Secret product. I'm cringing reading the words. But it's true. I do. And I'm enjoying it too. Scarier still.

Now some of your mouses may be wandering to the "unfollow" button wondering what VS product a guy could own that he'd enjoy, but I have the answer.


It was a present from a friend's sister for helping her out with some stuff. Why Victoria Secret? Because she was there today. Just my luck that she hadn't gone to Christian Dior.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Can you live without her

I rarely recommend movies to friends. I'll say whether I personally like them, but putting my stamp of approval it doesn't sit right with with me. Because I shouldn't be watching them and don't want to be the reason that someone else does.

Aside from the religious aspect of it that most movies aren't clean, I feel that I shouldn't be watching them because they are a waste of time. Secondly, moving my mind into a realm of fantasy where the only females on this planet are models, violence is the best way to accomplish one's goals and where there's almost always a happy ending isn't good. For others maybe it's fine, not for me. 

When I do end up watching a movie it's because I need a brainless activity. I'm not pleased with myself when I do, but sometimes I allow myself. 

So, today I watched a movie. I anticipated it being of the brainless type which is what I wanted. I was pleasantly surprised. I won't recommend it, but I will say that it was a great movie that was clean of nudity (although there was a scene or two where it was discussed). The language was colorful, but that shouldn't come as a surprise. End of Watch is the movie.

A bit more than halfway through the movie, the two main characters are in their car and talking about marriage. One character recalls what his grandmother told him to use to gauge whether he was ready to marry his girlfriend: "Can you live without her? And if the answer is yes, man up and forget her."

I hate stopping movies in the middle of them. I stopped the movie and let that sink in. 

I finished watching the movie, but that line is still sinking in.


The one thought that has repeatedly crossed my mind since that line is that she's somewhere out there. 

Of the two songs that I found with that title, the embedded song below is more along the lines with my scattered thoughts.

Monday, December 3, 2012

What will I write about?

I've been asking myself that question since before I started the blog. Even once I started the blog, there were no posts for about two weeks because I couldn't think of anything to write about. As I pointed out in my first post, I have no idea what I'll be writing about and words either will, or will not, flow freely.

I know this. I will write whatever's on my mind. I also know that should I somehow lose my anonymity, I will continue to write. While I care about remaining anonymous, I'm aware of the lengths that some people will go to in order to discover someone's identity.

But this is my space. My own little bubble for me to share whatever I want, whenever I want. Should I have readers and commenters, that'll be nice. Should I not, I'll continue to write for myself.

I've been enjoying the writings of other bloggers for some time, so why not join the fray?

Do svidaniya.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Learning to say Nothing

This blog is called "Learning to say Nothing" because, frankly, that's my goal. The day that I stop writing here will be a happy day in my life. It will mean that I'll have attained certain goals, and won't have a use for blogging anymore.

Until then, I hope to write on here frequently. I have no idea what I'll be writing about, so I probably won't be writing daily, but hopefully a few times a week I'll have something to say.