Love you

Hate you

Want you

Forget you

Get over you

One word

Remember you

Want you

Need you

One touch

Love you

Hate you

Forget you

Remember you

Time passes

Forget you

A small sign

Feel you

Want you

Only you

Still you

Selfish you

Irritating you

Only you

Strange you

Arrogant you

Distraction

Forget you

Reminder

Love you

Still you

Only you

Always you

Forever you

Why?

So - dating.

Usually, when you go on a blind date you have three situations. You have 'Yes', 'No' and 'Maybe.  The 'Yes' is easy and, very rare. The 'NO', is a pain in the ass, much more common and at the same time, also easy. Its the 'Maybe' that's the killer. What does one do with a 'Maybe'?  Does one give it up and turn it into a 'No'.. or does one venture into that awful grey area that turns your mind into a barrage of questions and hesitations and 'omigod DO I WANT to be here or not?' syndrome.  So - you go on a date. You meet this great guy. He's sweet, he makes you laugh, he showers you with compliments, he asks all the right questions and you find yourself walking to his car thinking - 'do I, or don't I?'. Will he ask me for another date? What do I do if he does? Shall I try it - will it grow on me? Am I going to miss out? Shall I just skip it - shall I just wait and see?  Ugh! I HATE the maybe. 'Maybe' should be illegal.... should be folded up on a piece of paper, stuffed into a bottle and thrown into the sea with the hope it may never come back again.  Indeed, 'Maybe' can lead to no end of problems. No end of conflict...even, disaster(!). Is 'Maybe' really just the preverbial 'No' - in disguise... ?  That's the problem, there is always the fear that that 'Mabye' might just turn into a 'Yes I will marry you...' Or - can it?  How many 'Maybe's become Yes'?  How many 'Maybe's turn into that awful torture of time passing and you just can't be bothered to go on that next date? All those inner arguments with yourself... the conflict... and inevitably, that first kiss you just can't bring yourself to get through... So - Yes, No or Maybe - what's it gonna be?  Beats me, every time :)

There used to be a time, when men where men. They were chivalrous (spell?), they were gentlemen, they were honest, they were... not Israeli? What's the deal with men in Tel Aviv. Its been written about a thousand times. Its been talked about, chatted about, moaned about, lamented about and anguished over. But what IS the deal?  I am a British chick. I have been here for many years. I STILL can't understand the men here. They are, to say the least - totally dysfunctional. They are either too old to be shagging around, too young to be serious, too not over their ex, too much of anything and not enough of anything much.  Don't get me wrong, I am not against men. On the contrary, I adore them. I was just telling a friend of mine today at lunch, there's nothing quite like the masculine sweat covered tatooed arm of a rough and ready Israeli on a summer's day. Nothing like that manly squint in their eye and swagger in their step. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment for the Israeli man. I love them. Adore them. Even fall at their feet from time to time only to realize - beyond the gorgeously rough exterior, smouldering eyes and cheeky grin, lays time and time again - a dysfunctional personality.  No substance. No gumption. No - stability of personal identity. So - you say - ah, its me right? Well, I have a handful of girlfriends that will tell you the same thing. They too have had the same experience. They too ask where are all the REAL men? The guys with backbone? The guys with morals, values, and high ideals?   Where HAVe all the good men gone - perhaps Hadera? You tell me.