Oh, boy... I don't believe this....
I went out for a chanukah lunch with my wife & family, and WAMMO! first I see a woman I used to eyeball years ago, and had to fight blue-tooth n' nail to avoid taking a second look; THEN some lady with a bunch of young, yeshivishe kids, who thinks it's appropriate to dress in tight, attractive clothes and with foxy makeup and sheitel, several layers of neclaces and jewelry (I mean, it's a family PIZZA shop, for goodness sakes!) has to lean over our table and ask if she can have it after us, so now I got a two front war going on in my head; THEN the first lady comes over to us to shmooze with my wife, and has to stand right in front of me!
B"H I avoided second looks, but I haven't had to fight so hard in WEEKS!! I think it's the Satan's way of telling me "welcome to the club" of the 90-day mountain climbers. Or maybe he's telling me not to think myself such a big shot when I give everybody else advice about shmiras eiynayimn, to remember I'll ALWAYS be as vulnerable as the next guy.
Do any ladies out there have the nerve to give mussar to these kiind of dressers? Don't they realize what kind of a nesayon they put the rest of us thru? Their husbands are not there, so who the heck are they dressing like that for??!!
I was once out to breakfast, BREAKFAST!, with my wife when a kollel wife sat down across the isle from us with a friend, and crossed her legs with mammash a side slit up to her thigh, while her socks stopped below the knee. My YH really had a good time, but i was so embarrassed for my wife's sake that I really wanted to give her mussar, and I told my wife I wanted to say to her "Thanx for the peek, Sweety", but my wife stopped me. She didn't want our family blacklisted.
I thank HKB"H daily that my daughters have learned from my wonderful wife, how to dress well but zniyusly, and to be proud of themselves for dressing as a Bas Melech (Hashem, NOT me...), and not feel repressed at all. Of course, the lifelong goal is to NOT look down at the others as PEOPLE, but only on their actions, but that's another struggle for another time...
Anyway, it's good to be out of the war zone and back at work. But Day 4 is draggin out. We might take the kids bowling tonite after dinner. How am I gonna handle THAT?!
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