In/Out Shabbat with Laneia

Friday night, Laneia, Miri and I were placed for dinner in the Old City by the Schlosses’. I had heard that Rabbi Schloss was into mysticism, etc, and that he ‘read’ people.
After going to the wall to daven, the three of us went to our host home for the night, where a table was set for maybe 30 people or so, and a table complete with jalapeno pepper vodka (which I had). Halfway through the meal, Rabbi Schloss, who had been leading the discussion almost as a shiur the entire evening, suddenly quieted everyone and announced that Miri, as a relation of the Rebbe, would speak, and everyone should listen (this is not something she planned). After a moment of hesitation, she looked around, then looked back to the rabbi and said that she would pass her stage to her left, to me. Thanks, Miri. Nope, I had nothing prepared. I tried to tie in to what the rabbi had been saying, to which I had only been half listening, and in the end did pull off a decently well thought out short dvar, or at least, Miri and Laneia insisted it was, as well as a few of the yeshivish guys who were sitting across from us. I guess it wasn’t so bad.
When we had entered the house and seen that there were a number of yeshiva guys there, especially some from the men’s Mayanot program, I had jokingly told Miri that she would maybe find her shidduch. That’s why we were all surprised when I ended up spending the whole night talking to someone: ivy league, lawyer, upper west side, taller than me, seemed perfect—he even walked us/me all the way back to Mayanot at the end of the night. During the walk, however, he got right to business, discussing issues he had faced in relationships, marriage hopes, etc, and it soon became clear that he wanted much more of a traditional/subservient sort of wife than I could ever be. Oh, well…generally those who seem to be extremely eligible and perfect have problems, anyway. I guess no shidduch for Liz afterall. Saturday was another lazy day, with Laneia and I having a sleepover party and staying in bed nearly all day. Plus side, I finished the book I was reading, The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm. Not necessarily something I would recommend, though.