Seriously.

What's a girl gotta do to find a Good Jewish Boy these days?
I ask you voyeuristic reader from cyberspace. I implore you.
JDate, Shmay Date. Oi vey already.
Actually, just when I was getting all 30-something and cynical, a good friend of mine just announced her engagement. Guess how they met? Yup. You guessed it. Bloody JDate.

I've actually met a few decent guys from JDate, but I just can't bring myself to add yet more debt to my poor old credit card, even if it is in the name of LOVE, even if it means possibly missing out on meeting my one-and-only-true-JDate-soulmate who I bond with over an over-priced latte and some stunted conversation as we play Jewish Geography.
"Oh no way! You went to kindergarten with my second cousin twice removed? Really? That's just crazy, isn't it, what a small world eh?"

Oh yawn. Oh save me now. Please.

I am in an odd place at the moment. I don't mean physically. Actually, I am in a very comfortable place right now. Snuggled up on the sofa wearing my highly flattering terry towelling sweat pants, cardigan and fluffy socks. Sexy, I know...

No. I really am in an odd place right now. In the metaphorical sense, you know?
In just 7 short months I will be moving back to Israel. Or, at least, that's the plan. A friend recently asked me if I was definitely going back and I said, "well, yes. That's the plan. Unless life does a massive u-turn on me."

And then I thought about it.

What would constitute a "massive u-turn"? What would make me give up my dream to live in Israel?

A great job?(nope. I have got one, and I am still giving it up)
My family and friends? (nope, they are all amazingly supportive of me going)
Mr Right?

Hmmmm.....

What if I met someone and he totally swept me off my feet and I fell in love and...he has zero interest in living in Israel (let's face it. Israel doesn't tend to feature too highly on most people's Top 5 Places in the World to Live)

It's gotta be the ultimate Catch-22.
What's more important to me now? Living in a place I don't particularly want to live in, but with the person I want to be with?
Or living in the place I want to be and running the risk that I am f#%king up a perfectly good relationsip.
Ok reality check SBF. Got to remember this "perfectly good relationship" doesn't actually exist. Yet.
But he could! That's my point. He could exist!

Right now I tend to think the best plan of action is to batton down the hatches, become an even sadder workaholic than I already am, embrace my inner Blog Geek and wait until the end of the year when I hurtle back across the world to the Holy Land to find my Mr Nachon (that's Hebrew for "right").

U-turn. Bugger off. I am not interested in changing direction anymore. A bit of straight road would be lovely right now.