Burst My Bubble

This is a tale about regrets.

Much like how i regret that yesterday Caro tried to make a turkey costume in the tub with construction paper despite her failure the first time. And how I regret that Meredith didn't stop me from eating the rubber ducky when I thought it was a peep. Oh, indigestion and embarassment.

When I was young i liked to think i was cool, but i wasn't.
I was a fat awkward preteen and I was especially nerdy at Hebrew school.
Surprisingly there are cool jews out there, and I was not one of them.

On the day of my Bat Mitzvah, the day I became a woman, I received an offer I refused immediately: I was asked by the dorkiest boy in my Hebrew school class, to dance.

There were 3 reasons why I refused:
1. I couldn't be seen dancing with the dorkiest boy in hebrew school!
2. I was scared of boys, as I still am to this day.
3. I didn't want to hear comments like "is that your boyfriend??" from every member of my very large very jewish family.

So I said "no" and I'm pretty sure I scarred the young impressionable boy for life,
and caused years of pain agony and suffering.

The point of my story is, the dorkiest boy in my hebew school class is now really hot!

You can find me under the suds...