Tel Aviv is small compared to NYC, for example, but it definitely has an urban vibe. From clubs to bars, cafés and restaurants, there are many places to hang until the small hours of the night. As for being like the Dalai Lama, I have a few years’ experience as a New Age Nun, which is my term for choosing a spiritual lifestyle and having an addiction to makeup…
That said, the way I react to injustices may get me out of the list of folks even remotely resembling the Dalai Lama—if there were such a list.
But I do focus on “seeing others as souls”—using Ram Dass’ words—and I love people. Devoted to daily meditation in the park, I send good thoughts and blessings to those going through wretched times on our planet. Plus I’m always ready to rescue others (whether they want it or not, but that’s for another post). And I really, really want everybody to be happy. Including you.
So back to Movieing, my favorite café in Tel Aviv. It’s after midnight, and I’m sitting at the counter with my laptop. Good music is playing in the background. It’s time to go to the bar upstairs and say hello to Adam, a nice guy I befriended here last summer. He came in a while ago with two of his friends, Joy and Sarah. I clicked with them immediately.
It’s packed upstairs. Adam and his friends are sitting by the bar, and I stand next to Adam. A guy whom none of us seems to know is sitting at the far end of the bar next to Joy. He keeps asking me to come over and talk to him as well.
I decline politely.
After hearing what everybody is doing, I tell them that I’m writing.
“Are you writing a book?” Joy asks.
“I’d rather call it my project nonsense,” I say in my usual low-key fashion, “so as not to jinx it. I’m at the editing stage.”
We chat for a while, and I’m about to leave.
“I would buy any book if your picture is on the cover,” the guy none of us seems to know says out of the blue.
“Me too,” Joy says.
“Me too,” Sarah says.
“Me too,” Adam chimes in.
I thank them humbly and go home. But I can’t avoid arriving at the following conclusions:
1. The best place to sell books is in bars.
2. People will buy my book if my picture is on the cover and they are drunk.
3. Despite my “nun-ness,” I can still get a boyfriend. At least in bars.
To be frank, I’m not fond of cameras unless they take pictures of cats. If I ever get to walk the red carpet, I will probably be the only one wearing jeans and ducking and dodging the cameras. But this is different, and I’m going to take a selfie right now. The blurrier the better.
You will find my novel at your local bar next week. Make sure to drink a double scotch, no ice, before reading it. You’ll have a blast, guaranteed.