Dating a non jew
I had some family stuff going on and I wanted his voice of reason to calm me down.
It was Sunday night, so I knew his cellphone was on.
In a modern dating world that can be ugly and heartless, I came to trust that Andrew would always regard me with kindness and respect, which is more than I can say about many of the jack wads I’ve gone out with.
Not that he was perfect as a boyfriend — he was far from it– it’s just that I knew without a doubt that he was a mensch. I want to know more about your faith so I can know more about you.” He never took me up on the offer and we went on in that state of “unclear” limbo for another two months.
I never thought I’d be the type of woman to date a religious guy.
A Reform Jew by upbringing, my family ate bagels, lox, and pickled herring on Sundays, lit our Menorah every Hanukkah, and sat through services on the High Holy Days. My mom referred to my face as a beautiful punim and hoped that someday I would meet a nice mensch and get married.
An empty religious practice is just that to me — empty.
It was late on a Thursday evening and New York City was in the throes of a spring rainstorm.
Post-college, I fully adopted this practice of Spiritual Eclecticism.
Don’t worry if you’ve never heard of it, it’s a religion of my own invention.
And knowing that was enough to get me through the moments of doubt that surfaced when I considered how our religious differences might eventually come to a head. After about two months of dating, I asked him, “Is it a problem for you that I am not religious? “I don’t like to try to convert people” he said in response. Then, about a week ago, Andrew and I got into a tiff.
” I began asking him this question about once a week. “Unclear.” Each time he would say it, my stomach would somersault. I was trying to get in touch with him after he had been out of town.