 | By Jenni Frazer
January 8, 2010 | Share |
So there you are, nursing a sore ankle at Limmud, and a man with what may be the worst chat-up line in history offers to massage your back instead.
What do you do?
Apparently you don't reject him out of hand as an opportunist sleazeball.
No, you take a classified ad in the JC - with your phone number - and ask him to call you.
Good luck, girlfriend - in filtering out the loonies.