Mexican Mail Bride

Mourners look for solace in various means: 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 while the fifth-best flirting spot that is hot beating out bars and nightclubs. “Whoa, whoa, back up,” reacted Jordan M. “People flirt at funerals? Actually? Huh. I’m unsure i really could pull that down.” That prompted Grace M. to indicate that “the very very first three letters of funeral is FUN.”

Several years ago, I had fun after a funeral, at a shiva to be exact before I married. My pal’s senior mom had died, and mourners collected in her own Bronx apartment when it comes to old-fashioned Jewish ritual showing help to surviving loved ones over rugelach. Given the decidedly unsexy setting—mirrors covered in black colored textile, hushed mourners on a group of white plastic folding chairs—we nonetheless discovered myself flirting because of the strawberry blonde putting on a black colored gown that still unveiled cleavage that is impressive. Linda (as I’ll call her) and I also commiserated with this shared buddy, but we had as yet not known their mom specially well. We quickly bonded over politics; Linda worked on the go and I usually covered it. If the mourners brightbrides.net/mexican-brides started filtering down, we decided to share a taxi to Manhattan.

We quickly stopped at a tavern conveniently found near Linda’s apartment and ordered shots of whisky to toast our mutual friend’s mother. I happily hustled over to Linda’s place for a delightful one-night stand, a pre-matrimonial notch on a belt I no longer wear though I felt a little like Will Ferrell’s character Chazz from Wedding Crashers who trolls for women at funerals. (altro…)