“I’m open to it,” I answered, and took the leap into a world I had hardly heard of
On our sixth date, we sat together in Mike’s Bistro, and over braised ribs and poached duck he told me that he didn’t think he really wanted to go to law school like his résumé stated, even though he’d taken his LSATs and his two older siblings were lawyers. He went on to paint a picture of his dream to get involved in kiruv, perhaps with an organization that his parents were involved in for years, despite them being FFB “in-towners.”
He asked me what I thought about cooking Shabbos for 20. I balked, and the little bubble I was floating in popped for a second. “Cook for 20?” I answered incredulously. “I don’t even know how to cook for two yet!”
“But do you think you might be able to in the future?” he asked hopefully. His eyes were alight, dreaming of the life we could build together.
“I’m open to it,” I answered, and took the leap into a world I had hardly heard of.
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