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The other night I went to Shabbat dinner at a friend's place, and two of the guests were the couple who had set me up with the infamous Jake. So I had to explain what had gone down with Jake. Figuring I might as well tell the truth but at least attempt to be tactful, I explained that we had nothing in common, that he spent the entire time discussing boats, and then there was that whole squish thing.
"Jake is a bit of a daredevil," remarked Jake's Friend # 1. "He's broken more bones than anyone I've ever known. Last year he broke his face-- got hit by a spinnaker."
"What's that?" I asked.
"A boat part," she said. "But you know, he's a great guy. So enterprising. Just the other day, he was telling me about his plan to start an aromatherapy yogic workshop."
"Jake is a bit of a daredevil," remarked Jake's Friend # 1. "He's broken more bones than anyone I've ever known. Last year he broke his face-- got hit by a spinnaker."
"What's that?" I asked.
"A boat part," she said. "But you know, he's a great guy. So enterprising. Just the other day, he was telling me about his plan to start an aromatherapy yogic workshop."