"Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As evry fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way
But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, dont let them know
Dont give yourself away
Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all"
-Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell
I have done something terrible: you may call me Shadkhen. That's the yiddish word for matchmaker. And all these years I thought it was Yenta, which apparently means meddling old woman. *ponders* You may call me Yenta too.
Tonight I initiated the first formal stage of setting up two friends of mine. I'd never thought of them together, but noticed some sparks when they both helped me move a week ago.
I went out for Thai with them tonight. S is always supremely confident, a real mankiller. She was asking me afterwards: do you think he likes me? Which is kinda funny because my friend D was asking the same thing about her.
It's funny how you don't think of connections between people. They are both athletic, freespirited, goofy. I didn't see the possible compatibility before.
Stage 2 begins this weekend. I've worked it so all three of us are going to a fall supper in the country. I'm thinking crisp air, falling leaves, obscenely huge plates of homemade food will all be catalysts to love. Hopefully they'll be wanting to get rid of me by the end of it. *sighs happily*
It's kinda ironic that I'm matchmaking. I'm a hermity, bitter old spinster. Ah well, I guess if you can't do, teach.
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As evry fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way
But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, dont let them know
Dont give yourself away
Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all"
-Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell
I have done something terrible: you may call me Shadkhen. That's the yiddish word for matchmaker. And all these years I thought it was Yenta, which apparently means meddling old woman. *ponders* You may call me Yenta too.
Tonight I initiated the first formal stage of setting up two friends of mine. I'd never thought of them together, but noticed some sparks when they both helped me move a week ago.
I went out for Thai with them tonight. S is always supremely confident, a real mankiller. She was asking me afterwards: do you think he likes me? Which is kinda funny because my friend D was asking the same thing about her.
It's funny how you don't think of connections between people. They are both athletic, freespirited, goofy. I didn't see the possible compatibility before.
Stage 2 begins this weekend. I've worked it so all three of us are going to a fall supper in the country. I'm thinking crisp air, falling leaves, obscenely huge plates of homemade food will all be catalysts to love. Hopefully they'll be wanting to get rid of me by the end of it. *sighs happily*
It's kinda ironic that I'm matchmaking. I'm a hermity, bitter old spinster. Ah well, I guess if you can't do, teach.
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Funny, I was looking back a few weeks to Christopher Hitchens's reviews of John Kerry books in the NY Times; he said the perfect song for Kerry's book would be "Both Sides Now." Hitchy's cute way of avoiding the now-standard burn o' Kerry-- "Senator Flip-Flop."