Blind dating can turn even the most ardent atheist into a believer. And while I have always believed in G-d, I've never been actively religious - though there have been moments that I came close.
One in particular stands out. It was a warm autumn night, friends had set me up with a friend of theirs, and it was my first blind date in years. This was early on in the era of Internet dating, prior to a time where asking someone for a photograph was considered a pre-requisite for drinking a cup of coffee together. An era when one was always conscious of the statement "The date may be blind, but I'm not…".
My theory at the time was that one can't go very wrong with mutual friends. Having been accused in the past of being 'too fussy', I had told my friends I had very few 'stipulations' – all I wanted was a decent guy, with a head on his shoulders. That will be the last time I forget to add that I expect a neck to separate the two.
So there I was, standing on the street corner, waiting for my date to appear. And as a car approached slowly, manned by a driver with a head firmly located on his shoulders and no neck in view, I had a classic conversation with G-d, which went something like this: "G-d, as You are my witness, please, PLEASE, make 'neckless' someone else's date. If you do, I will observe the Sabbath for the rest of my natural life". At that, the driver turned the corner and as I let out a long sigh of relief, I wondered whether I had let myself in for a lifetime of long skirts and synagogue Saturdays. But that didn't last for very long, as I witnessed the car turn around at the nearest traffic circle and return to pick me up.
Conversations with G-d are not just about bargaining and trade-offs. They include a range of subject matter, borne witness in the continuation of the religious discourse as the date continued. There's:
- The silent plea: "Oh G-d, please don't make us go somewhere where we'll recognize someone" (we didn't);
- The despair: "G-d, could he slurp his milkshake ANY louder?" (he did); and
- The threat: "May G-d help the friends who fixed us up once I get my hands on them" (what friends?).
And for once, there was the happy ending, the 'Thank G-d' to end the episode. After all was said and done, the interminable date over, and all communication with deities put on hold, I got the inevitable 'callback'. Not to ask me out on a second date, but to tactfully explain that I'm "just not his type". Talk about divine intervention…