Ok so today is Sunday, and thank goodness I got everything done I wanted to today, which wasn’t much, but I did it: Read, showered, went to a meeting for consideration to play a casting director in the Israeli reality show “Chai B’La La Land”, as per friend/actress/currently casting director of the show, working out of Jerusalem. So I met w/the director Ilan Aboody and then his Editor Shabby. Bati stayed in the room, laptop before her. We had a decent conversation, but all said I’m not sure I impressed them enough to switch from whomever they initially had in mind. I was excited, however, to find out Ilan was the director of the fabulous documentary, “Shakshuka System”, a Michael Moore style expose on the corruption in Israel of the Ofer Brothers, and how during privatization, Israel sold themselves out cheaply to these two megalomanical elite thugs, who soon came to own everything in the country—utilities, television stations, shipping, et al. So perhaps it was worth it just to meet him and, who knows? Maybe engage w/him in the future via FB, Linked In, et al, to create a professional relationship somehow.
Other than that I just want to jump back a bit to last Monday. So as they say when one door closes, another opens. Upon realizing the Sunday date went so badly I decided the next day to take up the JWed discount offer and join up. Once there I was able to read the letter that one “Gary” wrote to me. He seemed above-board, although his message was an obvious system-generated “ice breaker” letter, in which case I assumed he sent out a lot of others as well. He seemed so much like my (20 years younger) friend Vera’s dad, and some of the info paralleled his, but others didn’t. The age of 63 seemed too young; he stated he was born in Denmark and yet Vera’s dad moved to Denmark only after marriag. Also Vera’s dad lives in Cesarea, not Jerusalem, as he stated. One of the pictures looked like him but the others must’ve been old pictures as he looked to be in his early 50’s. And the name Gary? That was far too anglo for this (as he stated once) “poor boy from Mea She’arim” (or was it B’Nei Barak?). So if that’s her dad, he sure is starting out his online dating career on a bang: full of “half-truths”.
I responded in my best English. The next day he wrote back. This time he signed it Morris. Jackpot! That’s Vera’s dad’s name—which I found out how? On the tribute page to the memory of her glorious mother and his wife, who passed away about 2-3 years ago, and whose Levaya (funeral service) I attended.
I wrote again and he wrote again. This time, he gave me his email address. Before I wrote back to him, I kindly contacted Vera by email to essentially ask for her blessing before I proceed. And that she was uncomfortable with it, I’d surely curtail it. She wrote back that evening, saying that her dad hadn’t been happy since her mom died, and that she really wished he had a partner, and how “funny” it was that he chose me.
Armed w/her blessing, I wrote to him again last night, with the intention of telling who I am. But before launching into it, I told him there was a coincidence at play here, and that it might be better for me to tell him on the phone so I gave him my #. But I haven’t heard back from him. So I have a feeling either she got ahold of him, told him, and now he’s ashamed it was me he solicited. Or perhaps he’ll write later. Either way, hey—it’s in God’s hands. If he doesn’t like the idea, then the idea shouldn’t go forward. If he’s okay with it, then we’ll meet and see what’s what. I haven’t seen him since her mom’s 1st Yahrzeit. He may be too old for me, anyway.
The Golden Globes were okay tonight. Enjoyed getting back into the groove a bit I suppose, esp. in light of the fact that this year I’ve seen a lot of the film contestants. Certainly not the TV shows, however, as I don’t watch.
