Dating and This Single Jew
A few years ago, I met a man in the Bed Bath & Beyond elevator at the Beverly Center. He was tall, cute, smart, funny, and you guessed it, a comic. We chatted for a bit, he asked for my number, and I gave him my business card. He took one look at my name and asked if I was Jewish. I am, and you? I asked him quite excitedly. Nah, but I could tell your last name is Jewish. And I tend to date Jewish girls, he responded.
He called the next day. We chatted for much of the evening and made plans for dinner the following night. Something didn’t feel right and I called him to cancel a few hours before our date. I tried, best I could, to explain why I only dated Jewish guys and why I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to go out.
The problem was, I couldn’t explain it. I couldn’t verbalize what I feeling.
You see, I’m not a particularly observant Jew–I don’t keep kosher, don’t observe Shabbat, and rarely go to synagogue. Because of this, many people don’t understand why I choose to date only Jewish men.
You’re not religious, why limit yourself only to Jewish men?
I get asked that at least once a month. And I cringe everytime I hear it.
In my eyes (and others may disagree with me here), being Jewish isn’t only about one’s level of observancy. I identify with being Jewish in many other ways–I am active in the Los Angeles Jewish community, I enjoy and participate in Jewish cultural events, and tikkun olam and tzedakah both play very important roles in my life.
In case you were wondering, no, my parents have never pressured me to marry a Jewish man. Of course they would prefer it, but they’ve always told me that as long as I am happy, they will be happy.
For me, dating Jewish guys makes things, for lack of a better word, easier. I don’t have to explain why I fast on Yom Kippur, I can ask for a keppe rub without getting a puzzled look in return, and it wouldn’t be considered weird that growing up, our dogs always preferred bagels over dog treats.
Plus, I want my kids (when I have them) to grow up Jewish, the way I did. Sans Christmas tree. I want them to go to Hebrew school, have a bar/bat mitzvah, and know the importance of tikkun olam and tzedakah.
But mostly, the reason is because of a feeling. A connection. A sense of community. A familiarity. And that’s what I couldn’t express to the Elevator Guy on the phone.