Mourners look for solace in various ways: some cry, some eat, some screw
The question “where to flirt” in San Francisco ignited a vigorous debate on a yelp message board. Jason D. rated funerals because the fifth-best flirting hot spot, beating out pubs and nightclubs. “Whoa, whoa, backup,” reacted Jordan M. “People flirt at funerals? Actually? Huh. I’m uncertain i really could pull that down.” That prompted Grace M. to point out that “the very very first three letters of funeral is FUN.”
Several years ago, before we married, I’d enjoyable after a funeral, at a shiva become precise. My pal’s mother that is elderly died, and mourners collected in her own Bronx apartment for the conventional Jewish ritual to exhibit help to surviving family unit members over rugelach. Given the decidedly unsexy setting—mirrors covered in black colored material, hushed mourners for a group of white plastic folding chairs—we nonetheless discovered myself flirting using the strawberry blonde putting on a black colored gown that still unveiled impressive cleavage. Linda (as I’ll call her) and I commiserated with your friend that is mutual we had as yet not known his mom specially well. We quickly bonded over politics; Linda worked within the industry and we usually covered it. Once the mourners started filtering down, we decided to share a taxi to Manhattan.
We shortly stopped at a tavern conveniently positioned near Linda’s apartment and ordered shots of whisky to toast our friend’s that are mutual. Though we felt just a little like Will Ferrell’s character Chazz from Wedding Crashers who trolls for females at funerals, I gladly hustled up to Linda’s place for a wonderful one-night stand, a pre-matrimonial notch for a gear we no further wear. [Read more…]