Hebron

Went to Hebron a couple days ago. You can read the other blog for the full analysis of the political/religious situation there, but what you won't find there is the story of the dude I went there with.

I met Ben through Dori, who he met in SF. He's a lawyer and a serious hottie. Problem is, I think because of that, he's used to women acting all stupid around him and doing whatever he wants and giving him all sorts of attention.

I think because I didn't, among other things, we had problems.

I am not going to recount every inconsiderate thing he did all day (like showing up three hours late, making me wait for him for another three hours in a Jerusalem cafe while he ate lunch with a friend, and completely ignoring me for most of the day) but I will tell you that at 8pm in a Jerusalem market, he decided he didn't want to take me back to Tel Aviv and that I was on my own.

The friend of his we were supposed to be meeting at this time was much considerate, however, and he helped us find a taxi that was going to Tel Aviv. Thus, I made it back.

Dori's analysis of the situation says we had problems because we were not sure how to relate to each other. He's an American Jew who speaks Hebrew fluently and is what Dori calls "a victim of a Zionist education." Should I have related to him as an American or an Israeli? Should he have related to me as an American? As an Israeli? As a goya? As a socialist?

I questioned the assumptions of his Zionist education during our long car ride and despite the fact that he passed one of the hardest bar exams in the country, he could not answer my questions logically.

If I were Israeli, I would have called him on his shit a lot earlier than 8pm. But if I were Israeli, he might not have acted that way in the first place. It is possible that, like many American Jews, he idolizes Israelis a bit.

Anyway, I don't regret going. It was an adventure.