the date with the foreigner

I know that people are curious with how my date went with the Foreigner aka the Yeshivish name-dropper (see post below).

now, usually, a good girl doesn't kiss and tell.

but I can tell you in all honesty that there certainly wasn't any ki$$ing to tell about.

my date was alright, if a tad on the B-O-R-I-N-G side. guess there's no Gemarah on Conversation Skills 101. (obviously though, that doesn't excuse the Foreigner - I've encountered many Men in Black who know how to make a girl blush)

I didn't end up Googling any yeshivish words though! Although that probably would have made the convo a little more interesting, I figured I might as well be as real as possible on the date. (well, you know, besides for the fake hair extensions and eyelashes)

I think going out with the Foreigner made me realize that sometimes the grass isn't greener on the other side. (it's Black and White)

I think I'll stick to dating guys more my speed. (know anyone cute?)

Oh - and guess how the date ended? With another yeshivish word, of course.

I told him we weren't Shayich.