Israeli Boys

I love to tell you about what a party animal I am right?
Well, today I got woken up at 6:30am and made to run to the bomb shelter after the siren went off (turned out to be the neighbouring town if you find that consoling- I dont.) Then, I attempted to nap off the adrenalin rush for an hour, before heading off to work. I was in the office from 10am untill 8pm. I trained 3 new receptionists, 1 new interviewer, and oriented one new full time volunteer. I made one tutor appointment for a client, gave another interview, and did none of the work I was supposed to be doing- you remember, sending emails...
And then I missed my bus and waited and got home at 9.30.
Thats right. I'm a party-in-a-box.

But lets be honest, you're reading this because I'm going to talk about Israeli Boys. Half the people I know (ok, without exageration, I know at least 6 people, mostly volunteers) who are in Israel with their Israeli boyfriends. They are all from civil Western Countries, generally with a degree or two behind them, yet they've halted their lives for a while to come stay with their Israeli Boys. Israeli boys are all the same. They're good looking, with that fantastic accent and husky voice, and mainly- the self confidence of three years with a rifle and a tank behind them. Charmers and they know it. And they are so ready to shamelessly throw themselves at you. I spoke to three of them today, ages 17, 24, and 26, and they were all the same in their hitting-on manerisms. Scary stuff.
However, I'm much more intimidated by Israeli girls, so please, if you thought this blog was going to ever display any action, you've got another think comming.