Posted By Mike Rosenthal on July 01, 2010 | 1 Comments
I thank God every day in my Shacharit prayers that I didn’t have to go on too many dates in my life. I estimate I went on less than 15 first dates, and I can’t say I actually enjoyed any of them. For some reason, God saw it fit to allow me to cross paths with my wife when I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown near Manhattan’s infamous Upper West Side meat market, one of the scariest neighborhoods for someone like myself for whom being social sucks up a lot of energy.
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