I have neglected my blog. I apologize. Mostly to my Prince who seems to enjoy reading this and also to Her Majesty (who would sneak up on me from the shadows one night like the ninja she is and slit my throat if I didn’t acknowledge her *wink*).

So, the big question of the day (no, wait…of the YEAR) is: Who is this "Prince" you speak of? I don’t know how comfortable he is with me blogging about him, so I’m hesitant about what to say. That he’s perfect for me? Those who know me best might be frightened by this. To them I say…Be afraid. Be very afraid. He is my Prince, my Knight in Shining Armor, my genius, the part of my soul I always felt I was missing. It’s like I always knew he was out there, I was just afraid somehow we’d never meet. Or maybe we’d meet but not connect.

I call him Yochi. We’ve been emailing each other for months. A friend from synogogue gave me his email address and suggested I give encouragement to a soldier in Iraq. I remember feeling…not so positive about it. Yes, I support the troops, but I don’t want to email some strange guy! It wasn’t until Imah started emailing him and I learned about who he was that I got the nerve to email him (by that time, I was thinking: Wow. This guy must be a genius! How do I email him without making myself sound stupid? I really stressed on that for awhile). I decided to just be myself and described my interests and whatnot. Since then, whenever we discuss books or music, I feel compelled to try everything he suggests. Hey, he has excellent taste. I’m a diehard fan of Sarah Brightman’s music because of him–I especially enjoy singing to her music. I forgot how much I love singing soprano. Wow. 

Everything about him is WOW. There was one point I thought to myself how perfectly he fit into my standards for My Man (which are so strict I never thought anyone could fit). I thought to myself: Well, he doesn’t have glasses, but that’s a mere outward appearance that I can do without. Turns out, HE WEARS GLASSES! I found it hilarious! So when I say he fits perfectly what I wanted in a man, I MEAN IT!!

Anyway, we finally met for the first time Wednesday. Imah picked me up from work (I couldn’t take the ferry that day) so we could go to our Jewish studies class. Guess who was in the van? Good thing I happened to be in an extremely good mood that day. But WOW! What a shock! My hair! My stupid floppy, messed up bangs! I so wanted to meet him wearing my hair the way I prefer it (which is also the way he prefers it). Oh well, he liked my hair…and my nails and my (pink) sweater…

I’m afraid I didn’t pay complete attention in class. It was a little distracting having the Prince of my dreams sitting right next to me in all his genius glory…and Imah on the other side of me. After class, I hated having to give him up so soon. When Imah suggested we three check out a local bookstore, I pounced on the idea and insisted we go. That gave me an extra hour or two. Not enough…but, hey…there’s Friday.

He’s coming over tomorrow evening to do some experimental cooking. Ah, these bland American dishes! he bemoaned to me. I can’t wait to taste his delicasies! Mmm.

I’m planning to take him to Seattle soon and show him the sights. Anytime our schedules allow, I plan to spend with my Prince.

So forgive me if I continue to neglect this blog. I’ll try to keep it up. I miss it. I just miss my Prince more.