Moshe, the guy I went out with a few times last spring, finally got a chance to visit Tzfat this weekend with his lovely and lovable fag hag, Mihal (the "h" is pronounced strongly aspirated like the letter chet). I had the pleasure of hosting them for Shabbos dinner along with Yehudit and Reuven Goldfarb. I also got some good hang-out time with Moshe and Mihal on Friday afternoon and Saturday evening. Moshe's got the crazy idea in his head of maybe moving to Tzfat for a few months to study at some yeshiva. Who knows? It might even happen. Goodness knows I appreciate all the queer company that I can get.