“Don’t get the wrong idea – I’m a killer dossit,” asserts Ahinoam Mekaiten, using the slangy, slightly self-deprecating term for an Orthodox person, “but I don’t hide anything. On the first date, I right away tell the guy that I’m a dancer,” She’s thin and tall with delicate features and lustrous hair that’s pulled up in a bun, one leg is raised and the other bends and unfolds, plié-relevé, plié-relevé.
