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This, I consider to be a bit embarrassing. During my time in Hachshara, there was one girl I had a crush on. Being the stupid and non-thinking guy that I am, I actually told her. I said to her, "listen, there is something I have to tell you. I had a crush on you ever since I first saw you."

Now, OK, I did this A, to stop the guilt I had, and B, because certain roommates knew and were always bugging me about it.

It was still stupid; those reasons doesn't take away the fact that A, we're talking about me here, and B, well, look at A again.

She claimed to be flattered, and I was sure to tell her that I understand that the feelings aren't mutual. She was, naturally, rather taken aback by the thing, and kept telling me she wanted to be my friend. I said, "I know, I haven't been making passes at you, or anything like that. I have no problem being friends, I just wanted to tell you the truth." Nevertheless, she kept dealing with it like I was going to jump her at some time, so she talked to me nicely to keep me at bay.

Seemingly unrelated, I left the group to go to Yeshiva.

I came back to spend two "weekends" at the Kibbutz. Well, the first one, nobody was there, but the second time, I spent it with the Hachshara group, and I spent a great deal of time with her that weekend. She had also removed herself from the group. During her time in Israel, she had become a great deal more religious, and was trying to console me with it, it seemed. This was the final conversation, on the way to the bus.

"Michael, I've been reading this book. When God makes a baby, he makes the perfect match for it at the same time. Yours is out there." Good grief.

"Doesn't it strike you as an anomaly that perfect couples generally aren't born on the same day?"

"Michael, somewhere out there is the perfect girl for you that you will fall madly in love with."

"OK, but why should she stay with me..." (OK, you've heard my rant on this too many times...we'll just snip that out of here.)

"Michael, I can tell. Someday, you are going to meet your perfect shidduch (match), and have lots of children." Now, pray tell, what exactly am I supposed to say to that? She gave me her address, told me to write to her, and "to be sure to invite me to the wedding." There may be rose colored glasses, but this would require either simple ignorance or simply ignoring to ignoring to state.

And I have no idea what I'm supposed to say to this girl.

Get me outa here!!!

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Michael Kadish

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