I have a not so secret crush.
It started when I was bored one evening and the only thing on TV was a show with the not so enticing name, 'Beverly Hills Pawn.'
Across my screen came the embodiment of all that I secretly lust for: a bald guy with nice glasses, clad in a crisp black suit with trays of jewellery. It was instant crush time.
Every time the show is on, I can be heard crooning in my faux Israeli accent, "Yossi, come to me, my darling." My husband (who is also a bald guy with glasses but sans trays of jewellery thinks it's funny).
Fast forward a few months and I'm in LA and staying ... you guessed it ... right next door to Beverly Hills. Near my dreamboat. I've been stalking the store's website and ebay and I'm doubly in love: I've seen a gorgeous sapphire ring. *sigh*
One Saturday afternoon I'm having a delightful lunch with my equally delightful pal, LoVeinLA, and I'm telling her of my unrequited love and she says, "let's go." No need to ask twice! We walk in and there's no Yossi. But a very nice young man runs to the back and he comes out with my ring! I MUST HAVE IT!!
I call home and tell Mr. Dior, "guess where I am?" "Oh, no. Are you with Yossi? Tell him you want a discount!" While Mr. Dior is yelling instructions in my ear on the fine art of jewel trading, my lovely friend LoVeinLA closes the deal by talking the sales clerk into going into the back and getting me the desired for discount.
Happily, I skip off with her for coffee and wait to have my ring sized. When I come back, he's there. DREAMY. There's a family of 4 from Iowa doing the whole picture/fan thing. "We love your show, Yossi." I buckle. No way. So I just gaze at him from afar. Snap a quick pic of my ring in the store and bolt.
We're back in LA next May. Next time maybe I won't jam out.
It started when I was bored one evening and the only thing on TV was a show with the not so enticing name, 'Beverly Hills Pawn.'
Across my screen came the embodiment of all that I secretly lust for: a bald guy with nice glasses, clad in a crisp black suit with trays of jewellery. It was instant crush time.
Every time the show is on, I can be heard crooning in my faux Israeli accent, "Yossi, come to me, my darling." My husband (who is also a bald guy with glasses but sans trays of jewellery thinks it's funny).
Fast forward a few months and I'm in LA and staying ... you guessed it ... right next door to Beverly Hills. Near my dreamboat. I've been stalking the store's website and ebay and I'm doubly in love: I've seen a gorgeous sapphire ring. *sigh*
One Saturday afternoon I'm having a delightful lunch with my equally delightful pal, LoVeinLA, and I'm telling her of my unrequited love and she says, "let's go." No need to ask twice! We walk in and there's no Yossi. But a very nice young man runs to the back and he comes out with my ring! I MUST HAVE IT!!
I call home and tell Mr. Dior, "guess where I am?" "Oh, no. Are you with Yossi? Tell him you want a discount!" While Mr. Dior is yelling instructions in my ear on the fine art of jewel trading, my lovely friend LoVeinLA closes the deal by talking the sales clerk into going into the back and getting me the desired for discount.
Happily, I skip off with her for coffee and wait to have my ring sized. When I come back, he's there. DREAMY. There's a family of 4 from Iowa doing the whole picture/fan thing. "We love your show, Yossi." I buckle. No way. So I just gaze at him from afar. Snap a quick pic of my ring in the store and bolt.
We're back in LA next May. Next time maybe I won't jam out.
