Dating Mistress, Jerusalem

One NY/Jerusalem Jewish woman's journey after she discovered her husband's blog "documenting sexual tension within his marriage." HOO BOY, THE DRAMA IS JUST BEGINNING...

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Name:MRS. JERUSALEM DATING MASTER
Location:Jerusalem, Israel

I live in Jerusalem, am American, modern orthodox and love this wonderful exciting city... or did until I saw the seedy underbelly which lies just beyond the tasteful confines of our plywood-panelled computer/rec room

Friday, March 10, 2006

The REAL Meaning of DatingMaster's Fruit Parties


1) Core one apple (preferably mushy)

2) Lock self in bathroom when no one else is home

3) Look away. Dear God, look away.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh. My. G-d.

I think I just peed a little.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006 6:49:00 AM  
Blogger The back of the hill said...

This has got to be a purimspoof, right?

Brilliant, if yes.

Disturbing, if no.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006 10:17:00 AM  
Blogger boneman said...

So he man is using the bathroom instead of doing what's called on for him to do? That's not really right.
Love is more than those few moments of pleasure found under the sheets.

Heck, I've been divorced from my (stupid) wife (I'll be glad to explain that last comment, but, not right now...) for eighteen years this summer and during that time I haven't been to anyone else's bed...and no. No visitors in my bed, either. I figure that the divorce decree was frm the state we live in but she made such a big deal of getting married by a preacher that I went into the union with that in mind.
I made my vows in front of GOD, and for that, when she left me, I felt that the state said the divorce was final but I hadn't actually heard GOD say, "Go forth and get some!" so to speak.
Anyway.....do you see how cool it would have been if she HAD called me back?
She would of course ask,....and I would say, none but you, my sweet.

Now, I am not as sure that I chose the right path.
The fire burns in me.
I find myself doing what yer hubby does, but, usually it takes me way longer than seven minutes.
(don't think this is the time for that conversation)
But, being seperated from humans during this contact is no good. It's not satisfying so much as relief from a different pain; one more physical than emotional.

The thing I miss the most isn't the love making.
Not the kissing or the exploring of different things o whatever.
It is the "spoons" I miss. The plain cuddling.
Warm skin of a person who loves me next to me.

That's what I miss the most.

'Course, it would be nice if she would ever call for the other....

Lord knows I have my brag ready....


Hope his isn't too personal for a stranger like me to butt into and comment....
I like your photos. Two of the street scenes look so much more inviting than what we are bombarded with here ion the States.
Hey! Maybe you two could have a joint blog of good places to be in Israel? Heck, all we see is the bomb holes and the shooting and the suffering. Surely there are laughing people in Jerusalem, yet.....

Wednesday, March 08, 2006 2:00:00 PM  
Blogger wishiwerejack said...

This is pretty good stuff.

Thursday, March 09, 2006 8:51:00 AM  
Anonymous Moshe said...

wow, if I didn't believe this is real it would be hilarious. I'm glad you are able to cope with such things in a creative way and it makes for a very entertaining read. Either way you are a very creative person and I think I will be following you if you keep it up although as a male the bashing is a bit much. lol As a writer I find it compelling and fun.

Moshe

Thursday, January 05, 2012 6:59:00 AM  

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