"Speaking of casual friends, I have a surprise for you."
"It's not another online date, is it?"
"Oh, no," I say, shaking my head vigorously. "It's a bunch of dates. Tonight. Speed dating at the Blues Bar on Chicago Avenue and you have to be there in fifteen minutes. Don't worry about impressing anyone. You only have three minutes for each date. It's all about making a connection."
15
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Israel is tiny, yet everyone fights over it. I guess it's true that the biggest and best things come in small packages.
***
My manipulation skills obviously need help, because my dad refused to even step one foot inside the bar for the speed dating night.
Standing in front of the bar, I wait until the bouncer is preoccupied and slink inside without him noticing.
"He's not coming?" Maria is there, wearing a black scooped-neck dress. She got so excited when I told her about the speed dating she decided to sign up, too. She and my dad aren't compatible. She's into mushy romantic guys and my dad is...well, he's not. He's Israeli.
I walk up to the guy running the program, a balding guy with a ring of red hair around his scalp. He's got a nametag on his chest with the word LARRY in big black letters. "My dad couldn't make it," I tell Larry, looking over his notes. The bar is crowded. I refuse to cancel my dad's reservation to date twenty women in an hour and a half.
Larry looks up at me. "Your dad?"
"Yeah, I kind of signed him up."
"You can't do that. Did you read the rules?" The guy doesn't even question what a seventeen-year-old is doing in a bar in the first place.
Umm... "I'm not a rule kind of person."
"What's his name?"
"Ron... Ron Barak."
My mouth opens wide as he takes a big red pen and crosses off my dad's name from the list.
"You can't do that!" I say, totally upset now. I paid thirty-five dollars to sign my dad up for the speed dating night. Okay, to be completely honest Maria paid and I'm working it off. It's a little side business arrangement I made with her.
Maria takes a seat next to Larry and makes her lips all pouty. "Is there any way you could help her out?" The guy shrugs. "What do you want me to do?" Maria looks to me for an answer.
"Let me go on the dates in my dad's place." I admit it isn't the most brilliant idea, but it does have potential. If I could find the perfect woman for him, screen her personally...
Before the guy comes to his senses, I pull a nametag and scorecard off the table.
"Women, please sit at your assigned places. Men, you'll go around to each woman, marking off either a 'yes' or a 'no' on the card. Women, you'll do the same for the men. Just write their number on your card and mark it with a yes' or 'no.' If you get two matching 'yes' marks, we'll e-mail you each other's contact information. Everyone got it?"
Nope. But I can't say anything because I'll be kicked out of this ridiculous shenanigan. Right now I'm not blaming my dad. I'm so nervous, as if I'm going to be judged for my looks and brains and...
"Start!"
I head to the only open seat in the place. I'm sitting across from a woman with the name Dru on her nametag. She looks really confused. It takes me a minute to explain myself. "Hi, I'm Amy. My dad was supposed to be here, but couldn't make it. Well, actually he didn't want to come. It's kind of a long story, but ultimately I'm looking for a wife for my dad. What kinds of qualifications do you--"
"Switch!"
Before I finish my question, I'm being rushed out of the chair. I take another empty seat and find myself across from another single, confused woman. She's looking a little old to be set up with my dad, and her gray roots need to be touched up. "How old are you?" I ask.
"Forty."
"Have you tried nighttime moisturizing face cream?"
"I beg your pardon? This is a speed dating function, not a cosmetic consultation."
"I know. I'm trying to find a woman for my dad, but--" Oops, the lady is raising her hand, getting the attention of the organizers. I crane my neck to find Maria deep in conversation with a guy at the other end of the bar. At least one of us is having luck tonight. "Switch!"
Larry stands over my chair. "Miss, you can't be here. This is a private function for adults only."
I stand up, defeated. "I'm going, I'm going," I say, then give a little wave to Maria and head outside.
In our condo, my dad is sitting at his desk, working.
"I'll have you know I went on two three-minute dates or you.
"How were they?"
"Terrible. You know how they say there's a pot for every lid? I think you've got a pot in the shape of a trapezoid."
"Is that bad?" he asks.
To be honest, the jury's out on that one. Being unique and different is good. But I suspect there's a fine line between being unique and needing major therapy.
16
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Some people will think differently of me because I'm Jewish. Some people will call me names because I'm Jewish. Some people will hate me because I'm Jewish. Should I ignore them or confront them?
***
Before school the next day, I spot Mitch by his locker.
"You don't break up with someone right before the Valentine's Dance," I tell him. "It's rude."