samet@sfmag.UUCP (A.I.Samet) (05/17/85)
> About 45 minutes with a frummie single woman, and I'm ready to run away!
Dear Abie-
One night I had a dream. I found this hole in the ground and
before I knew it I fell into this subterranean rose garden. They
were holding a singles meeting. I thought I'd give it a try. This
rose came up to me and we started talking. Before long he started
calling me names. Said I wasn't a rose at all. Asked if I was a
JAP. When I said "No!", he screamed a bit and flew away.
Then all the roses turned around. They started calling me a
"frummie-weed" and spraying me with all manner of weed spray. I
tried to tell them who I really was but the the spraying sound
totally drowned me out.
I went to my analyst the very next day to see what he would say.
He said "It was a frummie dream. Time's up. $45 please. (Half
price)."
Time has passed but I keep having this same dream. Even when
awake, I have this nagging feeling that I'm being stereotyped.
I'd like to meet someone who will make a sincere effort to
really get to know me. Instead, I keep meeting supercilious
"roses" who are looking for "action". When they see that I'm
frum, they label me as "self-righteous".
Do you know any good bars?
Aliza