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Jewish Singles & How Far 2go4the1 You Love?

We continue where we left, Romeo and Juliet, the tragedy, and I asked about our own personal, less dramatic loves that fall apart–are they not mini-tragedies???

I wonder though, when one is truly in love in a mutual relationship-when one is loved and loved back(whatever that means) , how far would you go for the one you love?

Take a serum that makes it seem as if you are dead? Well, William Shakespeare was a writer, and that was a unique idea, with a misunderstanding, and a tragic outcome for 2 star cross’ed lovers…

Would you nurse a loved one back to health if they were in a highly contagious state? Would you hide a crime they committed? Would u sin with them…These are all hypothetical examples…but this is really a simple question.

I ask you to ask yourselves this same question.

Those of you who are sick of my last YouTube clip need not watch this one…but it stars the newer(now considered old) Romeo+ Juliet, to the music of Garbage–wait! lol…don’t run…


“#1 crush”I would die for you
I would die for you
I´ve been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you´re mine

I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear

I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you

See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored

I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
I´ll tear it apart

I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You´re just like me

Violate all my love that I´m missing
Throw away all the pain that I´m living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored

I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I´d do time for you
I would wait for you
I´d make room for you
I´d sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
´Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.

Not so extreme….

But what would you do for the one you love….


Jewish Singles, Romeo, Juliet, in an Un-Fair Verona

 Romeo and Juliet

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Well, we all know the story so well. The love. The warring families. The pact. The irony. The tragedy!

Our lives don’t have that much drama(at least I hope not…Billy Shakespeare would’ve been thoroughly intrigued then, by your story–and THAT would be sad.)

Yet every time we love, and that love is lost, we feel the pain…It’s a mini funeral for songs we dedicated, feelings we felt, trinkets we gave…and the nostalgia–the bittersweet killer–because it won’t go away…and stays on for so long….

Becoming a nun, or living a frigid, loveless life? Worthless. Living in the moment without thinking of consequences? Silly.

So we have our own personal tragedies, not as tragic as Romeo and Juliet, but that was the most well known tragedy penned by one of the most well known writers in history (excluding Moses)….

But our pain is our pain….as small as it is…it is huge to us…

Dear readers, I am not yet done with Verona, and the Montagues and Capulets….

 Please bear with me as I wrap my mind around another angle…

Dream Sweetly,



Jewish Singles & MY Song

 Too many songs have been dedicated to me by old flames that are now smudged charcoal, but left burn marks on the journal of my life. “Photograph” by Nickelback, a song by Dire Straits, one by Richard Marx(Don’t throw eggs at me here…he likes that music…) And then, they left, and I was left with a song, laden with nostalgia…I would hear it everywhere…Which was ironic because when I was with him, I never heard it on the radio….

I would be in the mall and suddenly the song would come on, and I couldn’t breathe, and I felt tears on my face, and I needed to get out of that store as fast as I could because my heart yearned for that love that was so alive, and now…Cold, dead, AWOHL.

It was after one too many times that this occurred that I decided to dedicate a song to myself. It is a vulnerable song. It is a sad song. Yet, is it so true. This is Gigi giving Gigi a song, and if i cry when i hear it, it is because this is what I feel…and no one can minimize my pain…If its MY PAIN, it is legitimate.

This is my song, and a wonderful adaptation I found on YouTube. Read the words. It would be my heart speaking, if my heart could speak.


SIA LYRICS“Breathe Me”Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there’s no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I’ve lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I’m needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

[ www.azlyrics.com ]

Jewish Singles & Uh…Bad Vibrations…

Okay, so I think this might be too risque’ to be writing, so if this is my last day writing this blog, it has been a real pleasure. Seriously.

I just felt that after receiving an email the other day with an object that bears my NAME–it was kismet. I mean, when does something like that happen?

Let me clarify…Well…There are still some virgins that roam the land, Bless Their Souls and Willpower. Unless they are Nuns, or frigid, well, we all know that help is needed. Or not. But help can be good.

Just not help called Gigi. I am really sorry, but this weirds me out, and I am thinking of buying out every single one of these devices because, well, it’s really embarrassing…for me. Visuals and stuff.

Okay, you are really confused, yes? Here is the link.I received it from a cool site www.charlesandmarie.com. I am on their mailing list…and this was in my mail. You’ve Got Mail was never this traumatizing. I will copy and paste the description.Pray I don’t get a Pink Corset and find myself writing for an underground band of adolescents with oily hair and a three-word chorus.


Say hello to Gigi!

No, you haven’t seen Gigi in a movie (yet) or on TV (doubtful), but Gigi is the new favorite toy amongst the ladies here at the HQ. It is a dedicated pleasure object for the discerning G-spot connoisseur as we have found out – but we won’t give you anymore details that that, sorry… It is carefully sculpted to unlock the secrets of this mysterious and special place, and as you can see, her dramatic shape breathes an air of investigative purpose… Five pre-programmed pleasure modes and a virtually silent vibrator engine deliver deep and vibrant sensations with (hehe) spot-on precision. As an expert in her particular field, Gigi will happily assist in revealing the thrills of that elusive spot, anytime, anywhere.

It is obviously rechargeable and a 1-hour charge will provide up to 1,5 hours of sheer bliss. Oh and did we mention that it comes in an elegant gift box, accessorized with charger, manual, satin pouch and a 1-year warranty? We did now…


Gigi, horrified that she is now helping so many……Omg……


Jewish Singles and Husband Pets

So I need a bit of a break from hurling about my life, and if I need a break, you need a serious vacation–any island, a Cannibal Island included–so we chango topicso.

You know how we always debate the pros and cons to being in a relationship–pros: someone is there for you, when you need them, when you don’t, it can be claustrophobic, as fun as cuddling and forking or spooning, or whatever cutlery your smooshing up together in bed like two peas in a badly written fairy tale princess’s mattress. On to the cons–oh, that included them as well.

 You would cuddle with a teddy bear, but its fake and cannot reciperocate, and an animal won’t go to the loo and take care of biz over there, and instead of taking the NY Times on Sunday, piece by piece–it messes all the sections together, so that you find the Help Wanted in the International Section. Not to mention their wild tendencies–they won’t just cuddle…they scratch…Well, the goldfish is too gentle, bless his/her heart, for as long as it beatsa–unless I invent my transparent fish tank water bed!!!!!!

But I digress. Here is the answer. Read and thank me for the beating heart that won’t bother you at all.


Have a great weekend. I am cuddling up@ a close friend. A few of us are here with enough food to make A Third World Country morbidly obese  If we run out of food, crunchy junk, cherry nibs, and ice cream, I will be reading Khaled Hosseini’s latest.

Gigi, sorry she didn’t bring ear plugs with her to Lawn Guy Land.

Jewish Singles & The Atheist BECAUSE Of The Foxhole

I am single again.

I didn’t see the writing on the wall, I was so busy worrying about Josh’s need for skeletal perfection with regards to me….

I called someone very very wise that is objective and helps me see things with greater clarity, after yesterday’s disturbing harping in which Josh said I had so much potential if only I used weights, and lost a lot more weight like the girls he was looking at in the city while he spoke to me…Uh, and I am thin and tall…Does he want me to do a Nicole Richie pre-pregnancy??? Apparently he wants a Supermodel, but he will be getting one to go, because that much abuse to my body, again, my heart will not be able to withstand.

 After talking to the very intelligent, wise person that clears the cobwebs from my mind, he asked me something interesting. He said to discuss religion w/ Josh. I was mystified and a bit discombobulated–but thought, hey, why not? We never did–We should.

 Turns out he is an Atheist. Yep. Because he says he suffered so much in his life, he doesn’t believe there is a G-d and when he does indeed marry, he will raise his children with this (non)belief.

He thought that because I had a rough life, I would be on the same page. I held the phone to my ear, tears streaming down my face…I suffered,yes. Everyone has their battle wounds in their personal wars in Life. Yet, when I fell the lowest and couldn’t get up, and felt there was no point to my life–that was when G-d came into my life. I felt a turnaround. I felt things changing for the better.

I am alive today and kicking BECAUSE G-d wouldn’t let me surrender.

Josh is angry that he suffered, as it makes no sense–he is too nice a guy, hence, he believes there is no G-d. (His I.Q. is not low at all.)

And I proposed to him after “KNOWING” him for 24 hrs!

Back to square one…but I amthisclose to believing you arent out there, the other part of my soul…

Yet, I believe.

Tomorrow is another day. Today, G-d hold me because there is no one to do so.

Gigi, curled up in the fetal position, very proud of her decision, in so much pain because of her decision.