Is That Kosher?

When a guy asked if he could make me dinner at his place, I found that quite endearing.

However, when he asked me to help him make his bed, because he just finished doing his laundry when I arrived, I politely refused.

He asked again. I refused again. I leaned against his doorframe with my arms crossed and a crooked grin plastered on my face. Was this guy for real?

"See, I'm all about giving when I'm in a relationship, so I would expect my partner to help me."

I felt compelled to tell him we weren't in a relationship of any sort. Instead, I insisted on not helping, which compelled him to insult the religion I was born into. Odd for a Jew to try to guilt a born Catholic turned Spiritualist.

I told him I was leaving. He insisted I stay. He apologized, said it had been a while since he cooked for anyone and he was nervous.

Fine. But if he fucks up again, I'm gone.

Dinner was actually amazing and conversation was light and fun. But then he got too touchy, so I had to leave. He offered to drive me home. About 1/3 of the way his muffler dropped from the car and was dragging behind us. He got so miffed, that he dumped me at a subway station - after having just said that he would have given me cab money if he wasn't able to drive me home. No cab money.

No more chances!!


I texted him this morning saying we wouldn't work. He responded very positively which makes me relieved there will be no drama (hey, you never know!) At least I got a loverly tilapia dinner out of the inconvenience!