Snapshots from my dating past: The litigator whom knew the Metropolitan Museum of Art by heart; the journalist whoever dad ended up being a blacklisted star; the activities marketer whom moonlighted as a drummer in a salsa band; the stockbroker whom retired young and toured the barbeque and banjo bones of this Smokies in a cadillac that is rusty.
In a nutshell, this option had almost nothing in keeping except which they had been eventually maybe not suitable for me—and these were all Jewish. I usually knew, simply knew, that i desired a Jewish household: to knock myself out planning the Seder; to see my kids’ faces radiant into the Hanukkah candles. But I never ever liked a man simply because he ended up being Jewish. Even if we reached my 30s, the decade that is all-the-good-ones-are-gay-or-taken there have been always sufficient to pick from that we proceeded to see Jewish as a provided, perhaps not a bonus.
Likewise, the a small number of non-Jewish fellows we dated—the hockey player, the Scrabble champ, the Mainer we nicknamed “L.L.Read More »The worries behind bull crap that never ever grows old