Posted by Ilana Angel
A couple of weeks ago my son got into his first car accident. It was a hit and run right by our house and it shook me to my core. Thank God he was not hurt. I knew it would happen, and know it will happen again, but it truly scared us both. He went from wanting to drive all the time to now not wanting to drive at all. He will get back behind the wheel when he is ready.
My car was badly damaged in the accident and so for the past two weeks it’s been in the shop getting repaired. After the accident I opted to take it in to a body shop that was on a list of places provided by my insurance company. I mentioned to my Englishman that I was taking it in and he insisted I go his guy because he was great.
I was certain I should take it to the shop accredited by my insurance company, but he was adamant that I use his guy. He’s my boyfriend, our relationship is new, and so in the interest of that I caved and said I would take it to his guy. I called my insurance agency, told them I selected a new shop, and made arrangements to take it to some guy called Gary. That’s all he gave me. He was great, his name was Gary, and he wanted me to do this for him.
Important to note that the body shop I selected was about 5 minutes from my home but Gary was 20 minutes away. By 20 minutes of course I mean this is Los Angeles which means he would only be 20 minutes away if I was the only car on the road. Getting to Gary was going to be a schlep and schlepping is not really my thing.
I don’t mind telling you that as I schlepped to Gary I was a little nervous. What if he did a bad job? What if he ripped me off? What would it mean to my car, and more importantly, what would it mean to my relationship? I was nervous, felt pressure, was emotional about the fact that my son was just in car accident, and freaked out that I was officially in a real relationship.
I walked into the shop and was greeted by a woman who looked very familiar. We started chatting and knew we knew each other, but were not sure from where. We quickly realized that our kids had gone to the same day school and we had seen each other every day for years. Her husband, Gary, came out and we discovered all the same people we knew.
My delicious Jewish boyfriend sent me to his fabulous Jewish body shop guy, who it turns out is a member of my temple, knows me and my kid, and whose wife is beyond lovely. Jewish geography was in full swing and I was immediately overcome with relief because Gary was probably the one body shop owner I could trust with my car. It truly is a small world.
Gary walked me to the rental car company next to his shop to get me into a car while the work was being done and we started to chat. We talked about my writing for the Jewish Journal. He then told me that his dad had just been interviewed by the Journal for an article on Holocaust survivors. It turns out his dad is Jack Adelstein, who was just featured in the Journal.
I had just read the article about Mr. Adelstein as it came out the same week as my son’s accident. I read his incredible story and was touched by his history. Having worked at The Shoah Foundation Institute for many years, I feel blessed to have met so many survivors and feel honored to hear their stories. It was amazing to me that Jack was Gary’s dad.
What a small world it is and how fascinating is it when Jewish geography comes into play? That my son had an accident is heartbreaking, but that so many lines were connected because of it is remarkable. Jack Adelstein is an amazing man whose story must be heard, and Gary Adelstein is a mensch who took care of me in a way that has left an impression.
There really are six degrees of separation between us all and one must wonder if maybe there are only 4 degrees when it comes to Jewish geography. I am still amazed that I found my way to Gary and the Bristol Collision Center the way I did. It just makes no sense that of all the people the Englishman would want me to see, I would be so connected to the person he sent me to.
It did not matter that he knew my boyfriend, my son, my friends, or my Rabbi. It only mattered that I was a mother who needed a safe car. He operates his business with a Jewish heart that is driven by the pride he has in his father. He did a beautiful job with my car and when I picked it up, I drove away knowing he took care of everything and I was safe.
I now not only have a fabulous boyfriend, but I have a great auto body shop. I feel blessed that my son is okay, my car is fixed, my boyfriend has my back, and in a business where so many people can take advantage of you, there is a nice Jewish guy who operates with an ethical and kind heart. You just never know who people know so be kind and remember to keep the faith.
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May 29, 2012 | 9:47 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
This weekend was the first time I travelled with the Englishman. As if that was not stressful enough, it was with our children. He has two daughters. One lives here and one is away at college in San Francisco. Since it was a holiday weekend we decided we would go up to visit his older daughter. I went into the weekend feeling happy, excited, nervous, and hopeful.
I have spent time with his girls and he with my son, but it’s been dinner, or a movie, or an evening at home. It has not been for longer than a day and nothing intense. We have spent lots of time with the kids, but the kids have not spent a lot of time with each other. It was going to be a big test because the kids have all the power in both our relationships.
If I was dating someone and my son did not like him, he would be gone. No questions asked. The Englishman is the same way. He values his relationship with his kids and they come first. I knew he and I would travel well together, but I was worried about the kids. Not because I thought they would not get along, but because I really wanted it to go well.
As we left to start our weekend I found myself thinking about the Englishman’s ex-wife. I have not met her and am not sure I really need to, or would, but this weekend made me think about her. I don’t know anything about her, but I do know she is a mother that loves her kids, her kids are spending time with another woman, and that is hard.
When my ex-husband started to date his now wife, it was horrible for me. Granted my son was much younger than the Englishman’s kids, but the emotions were the same. I was a mother who had to watch my son leave with another woman and it broke my heart. I don’t need to know this woman to know her heart and have compassion for her feelings.
They have been divorced for many years, but that does not make it any easier. I went on a family vacation with her kids which is odd. I have been divorced for almost 16 years and when my son takes a vacation with his dad and step-mom it still hurts. It is crushing for him to have a family that does not include me and that will simply never get easier.
I don’t want to over think the situation, and this is more about me than her. I just want to say that as a mother whose son spends time with another woman in a parenting role, I am aware. I want to freely love these children and whether it is accepted or not does not matter because I love them. Being kind may not matter either, even though I hope it does.
I love how the Englishman is with my son. He walks the tightrope between friend and father brilliantly. He does not try to be his dad, but rather provides my boy with a male figure he can admire, rely on, and respect. I hope that is what his children get from me. In a relationship where kids are old enough to have opinions, it can be intimidating.
I write about my life and my life now includes a man with children. I want to continue to share with you while being respectful of the Englishman, his kids, and their mother. I won’t stop telling my stories and I won’t apologize for being happy. I will respect the process, the feelings of everyone, and allow myself to love the children. Mine, his, and theirs.
We had a great weekend. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so much and as often. We have really funny kids and they certainly entertained us. The weather was perfect, the hotel was fabulous, the food was never ending, and the love was palpable. We spent all our time together as a group and it felt natural and comfortable.
My son and I have been a pair for 16 years and this was the first time we took on another team, not just another person, and it felt like we were a family. For people used to it being just us, my son and I sucked it up like sponges. There was laughter, lessons, growth, intimacy, compassion, and relief. The Englishman and I went to another level together.
We are friends with tremendous respect and admiration for each other, but you can love someone and not include them fully into your life. This weekend all walls were knocked down and there was nothing but trust. To entrust your children to another human being is a leap of faith and we have taken the leap together. My son and I went from a pair to a bunch.
There are no guarantees in life or in love. I could grow old with the Englishman, I could end up having my heart broken, or perhaps breaking his. I don’t know what this will be or how the story will end, but I do know that right now it is glorious and I am blessed to have them all in my life. I deserve this love and will embrace it for as long as I am meant to.
It was a big weekend in San Francisco. I observed Memorial Day with a prayer for the men and women who died so that I could live this life. I celebrated the 75th anniversary of the remarkable Golden Gate Bridge. I fell in love with an Englishman and his kids, and I held my son as we got a glimpse of a family. Anything is possible when I am keeping the faith.
May 24, 2012 | 10:29 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Lauren Odes is a Jewish girl from Jersey. She is a 29 year old blonde bombshell who looks like Anna Ferris. More Playboy than Cosmopolitan, she is pretty. We learned this week that after working less than a month for a lingerie manufacturer owned by Orthodox Jews, she was fired.
After being fired she did what any hot chick would do, she called Gloria Allred to represent her in a lawsuit for discrimination and wrongful termination. It’s a shame she didn’t get a regular attorney instead of the fame-whore Allred, as her case became silly the moment she hired her.
I’m not a lawyer, but I am a follower of pop culture and Gloria Allred is an ambulance chasing hot mess. She likes being famous, having her picture taken, the sound of her own voice, and manages to make serious cases silly just by associating herself with them. I’m just not a fan.
Odes claims she was fired for being “too hot.” She felt her Orthodox Jewish bosses were critical of her provocative attire and eventually let her go. Interesting that she could not wear a tight black dress that completely covered her to work, but they sell crotchless panties to the masses.
Lauren worked for Native Intimates as a data entry clerk. She was not in the store hawking panties, but rather in the office. She is petite, with great boobs, and claims she was asked to tape them down in an attempt to make them less noticeable. I’m sure her boobs were not the problem.
This is a nice looking girl whose looks demand stares. From the boobs, makeup, and bleached blonde hair, you don’t look like this and expect to sit quietly in the corner unnoticed. There is simply no way she interviewed for this job without them noticing what her body looked like.
Lauren released the following statement: “I do not feel an employer has the right to impose their religious beliefs on me when I’m working in a business that’s not a synagogue, but sells things with hearts on the female genitals and boy shorts for women that say hot in the buttocks area.”
Allred said that the constant attention and staring at Odes from her employers was “discriminatory, profoundly humiliating and unlawful.” Really? I imagine this woman is stared at all the time and so it seems odd that she would take offense to it now and do it all so publicly.
The owners of Native Intimate have not responded to the allegations. I figure some idiot thought it would be fun to hire a hot girl so he could stare at her all day and it backfired. I’m guessing it was a man who hired her because women don’t like hot chicks hanging around.
I once worked for an Orthodox organization as an event planner and fundraiser. I put on a gala and raised a huge sum of money. I brought them celebrities and new donors, but after the event I was fired for wearing a pantsuit to the event as it was offensive to the Orthodox men.
I made a stink and they settled to keep me quiet. They knew I was not Orthodox when they hired me, and I actually wore pants to my interview. They fired me because I did not follow the same religious beliefs as them and so I can believe that Lauren was fired because she was sexy.
She showed the outfits she wore and they were fine. The men dug looking at her, they were turned on, could not focus, their wives were pissed off, and she was canned. She should never have been hired let alone fired. They should fire whoever it was that hired her.
Stories like this annoy me because it paints Orthodox Jews in a bad light. They live a very old life, in modern times, and I’m sure it’s hard, but the hypocrisy is massive. They should admit they made a mistake, give her severance, sell kippot instead of panties, and call it a day.
In the end who cares? She was offensive to them, they fired her, and that is their right. Equally as offensive is a Jewish girl hiring Allred and publicly humiliating the owners, and putting the keepers of the traditions of her faith on display in a bad light. In the end it is sad.
I searched Native Intimates online and ended up ordering a little something so it’s not all bad. Their name is out there, business will boom, Lauren will pose for Playboy, and the delicate balance of panties and prayers will continue. I guess boobs are bad when you’re trying to keep the faith.
May 22, 2012 | 7:16 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Mark Zuckerberg got married. Mazel Tov. He is a Jew, she is a Gentile, and so another one bites the dust. Priscilla Chan is a nice young doctor so that’s a sweet Jewish touch, but we really know nothing about this couple or how their wedding went down. What we do know for sure is they have been together for nearly a decade, and people are obsessed with their money.
I have read countless articles wondering about a pre-nup agreement between them, but none that ask what kind of cake they had, if they signed a Katuba, or if he changed into a hoodie for the reception. Zuckerberg is a billionaire, which is lovely, but he is also a young guy, who after almost 10 years married his girlfriend, who happen to be a Harvard educated pediatrician.
From what I can see, she is not a flashy gold digger. She is a sweet girl, who appears to have been focused on accomplishing something in her life, rather than spending the money of her freakishly brilliant boyfriend. I’m not a lawyer, and frankly even if I was, I would not be writing articles questioning what their pre-nup looks like should they have one.
While I have no real interest in whether they signed one or not, my romantic heart thinks they did not. They fell in love as kids with nothing. She has been with him through his Facebook career and loved him when he had both twenty bucks and twenty billion. I do not think they entered into this union, after so long, worrying about how to divide the money.
She looks lovely in her wedding photo, but also seemed annoyed that they needed to release a picture at all. These are private and unpretentious people who lead private and unpretentious lives, who happen to also be very young, very accomplished, and worth a lot of money. We can speculate all we want about a pre-nup, but can’t we also just be happy for them?
I wish the lovely doctor and her new husband all the best. Marriage is hard. Even after being together for a decade, marriage is still hard. I hope they are able to continue to conduct their lives in relative privacy, have a couple of babies, and live happily ever after. We don’t know anything about them as real people, but I imagine I would like this couple very much.
I’m more curious about what they danced to than how many shares she got. I’m more interested in whether they stomped on a glass and did the Hora, than how many lawyers have an opinion on their finances. I am more interested in why Mark forced me to put a timeline on my Facebook page when it was perfectly fine without one.
In the end these kids will spend the rest of their lives fighting for privacy and I hope they get it. They have taken the plunge and let’s be clear, their struggles will be the same as all of us. They will have the money stresses of any other newlywed couple, just from a different angle. In the end who cares? Be happy, love each other, lose the timeline, and keep the faith.
May 20, 2012 | 9:43 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
One would think a woman must have compassion for another woman. Who better to understand cramps and childbirth than a woman? Even if she’s never had a baby, a woman can imagine the pain in a real way. How is it possible that women are burdened with such pain and misery when a woman, Mother Nature, was in charge of assigning the pain and misery? What the hell was this chick thinking?
There is no real Mother Nature of course, and she is simply a figure of speech, but I’m about done with all the crap that comes with being a woman and so in the interest of this blog, and my needing to vent, we are going to blame her for all of it. I normally like to blame the Kardashians for all that is wrong in the world, but since they are women they are getting a pass and we will blame Mother Nature instead.
I am forty-six years old and currently have my period. Too much information? Whatever. I also happen to have a rather large amount, four to be exact, of pimples on my face which I can assume are due to my period. I have cramps, my boobs hurt, I am bloated, cranky, and constantly on the verge of tears. Ice cream is a food group and I want to punch the makers of tampon commercials in the face.
Not only am I going to have my period for over 40 years, but when it is over I am going to suffer through menopause as a way to celebrate it finally being done. I get to squeeze a baby out my vajewjew, provide my miracle with food from my body, then have my boobs relocate to just above my knees. It just seems really unfair to me that women have it so hard and men have it so easy. Is Mother Nature really a woman?
Is it not possible that it’s really Father Nature? The things a woman has to go through in comparison to a man makes me question this woman. The only thing that makes sense is that she made these decisions while she had her period, and was therefore a little crazy. God gave her a period then told her to assign it to a sex, she was hormonal and decided to curse us all in a moment of rage and could not take it back.
Now this new theory of mine explains the period, but what about menopause, saggy boobs, turkey chins, wrinkles, and our eggs being poached after 35? Men can have babies until they have one foot in the grave yet women, the ones who actually have babies, have a very short window in terms of getting pregnant. Men get better with age and women simply get old. Believe me people, Mother Nature was a dude!
It’s the only thing that makes sense really. Women have to constantly shave hair off their bodies, yet men don’t. Women have to pluck their eyebrows and wax their upper lips, yet men are hairy apes. Women have to wear painful shoes in order to look sexy, yet men can wear sneakers with a tuxedo. There is no equality in terms of the pain and suffering of a woman in comparison to a man and it is pissing me off.
I would welcome being a man for one week. I would walk around playing with myself, burp, fart, never shave, and probably travel to Northern Canada just so I could write my name in the snow with my pee. I would keep all my clothes on the floor, never put down the toilet seat, and never ask for directions. I would date women out of my league because I would be a single, Jewish man in my 40’s, which is the Holy Grail.
I simply don’t think men have a clue about how lucky they have it. They are clearly the weaker sex in terms of pain thresholds, and I wonder if they can understand how easy they have it. Men should be buying women all kinds of things. “Sorry about your period” diamonds. “Thanks for the baby” cars. This should be happening from men to random women on the street, not just the ones they know. I want sympathy gifts!
I am hormonal today and so my outburst is not surprising. That I am giving the Kardashian family a pass is! I am proud to be a woman, and honored to have given birth to a remarkable human being. My son will never know how hard being a woman is, but he will have a wife one day and so I will prepare him. He will know the truth, approach with caution, and keep the faith.
May 17, 2012 | 9:29 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Like millions of people around the world, I have been waiting for the day that Manny and Floyd will get in the ring and have at it. Proving for once and for all who the better fighter is, but I don’t imagine it will ever happen. Why fight in the ring and risk humiliation when they can continue to fight outside the ring? Their not fighting is both pathetic and funny.
The tension between the boys heated up when Pacquiao gave an interview to the National Conservative Examiner where he said he did not believe in gay marriage. He was misquoted as saying he thought gays should be put to death, which is based on a biblical passage from Leviticus. The reporter has since said Manny never actually quoted the bible.
If Manny never said it, I’m not sure why the reporter implied he did, but whatever. Manny wants everyone to know he has a gay relative who can’t help it if he was born that way. Manny is a religious guy and I’m not attacking him for his opinion, I do think however he never should have shared it. Does it matter what he thinks about gay marriage?
I love Manny Pacquiao. He is a brilliant fighter, a hero to many, and a man who has made a difference for many people in the Philippines. It’s a shame that he felt the need to share this particular opinion and is now forced to defend himself. For me personally, I support same sex marriage and the rose colored glasses that I view Manny with are now a little foggy.
When it comes to boxing I prefer Manny to Floyd. I am not a fan of Mayweather as a boxer and am firmly on Team Pacquiao. That said, when Manny was banned from The Grove shopping center in LA for his view on gay marriage, Floyd tweeted that he was in support of gay marriage and as an American citizen believes people should do what they want.
No matter what I think about Floyd as a boxer, and even though his opinion, whether true or not, was probably shared in an attempt to hurt Manny, I love him for saying it. I’m not one that puts a lot of meaning into the opinions of celebrities but it’s a shame these two are again fighting outside of the ring because it makes them look silly.
I don’t believe anyone should have to defend their religious beliefs. I may not agree with Manny, but I do not sit in judgment of his faith. I may agree with Floyd on this subject, but I do sit in judgment of his timing in sharing his opinion. I will even go farther and say that once again Floyd has come out looking like a dirty fighter and Manny is being attacked.
I wonder if there will ever be a time when these two are talked about in the same article in terms of boxing. Manny does not believe in same sex marriage. I disagree with him but he is still the greatest boxer in the world. Floyd believes everyone should have the right to be married, and I agree with him, but he is still afraid to get in the ring with Manny.
If you take the boxing out of it, and take the sensitive subject of gay marriage out of it also, these two men are behaving like children. They dance around each other, throwing verbal jabs, and making the focus of their relationship about everything but boxing. While it’s somewhat entertaining, it will eventually just get old and boring.
Many and Floyd will also get old and boring. They need to put aside all the garbage and get back to what is important here. They are boxers. Two of the best in the world, and they owe us. We have watched them, bought into them, and our interest has helped to make them rich. They need to respect us as fans, stop talking, and get in the ring with each other.
I am willing to bet that a fight between Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather will never happen. It will be one of those epic battles that we all wish for, but never see. It’s a shame because we would respect them more for fighting and losing than never fighting at all. As for gay marriage, I am for it as much as I am for the fight, so I am keeping the faith.
May 16, 2012 | 8:45 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I am not a film critic. I am however a film lover and see quite a few movies. I love escaping for a couple of hours into another world and getting wrapped up in a story. I can think of a few good movies I’ve seen recently, but none that I felt the need to write about here, until now. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is perfection.
I really loved this movie. Really, really, really, loved it. It is about a group of English people who, for various reasons, decide to move to India to live in the Marigold Hotel, which is not what they expected. I saw it on Mother’s Day with my son and the Englishman. We were the youngest people in the audience, and we’re old.
This is a movie that features mostly mature characters, but it is not a movie only for old people. It is about love, loss, hope, and new beginnings. It will make you laugh out loud, and sob like a baby. It will make you either want to move to India, or take it off your bucket list. It will inspire you to live your life, not watch it pass by.
The cast is divine and each performance is award worthy. The main characters are played by Judy Dench, Tom Wilkinson, Bill Nighy, Penelope Wilton, Maggie Smith, Ronald Pickup, Celia Imrie, and Dev Patel. I fell in love with each one of them and left feeling like I knew them and had been with them in India. I left feeling grateful for my life, but wanting it to be more.
I highly recommend this movie and think I may go see it again because it was so good I want to make sure I didn’t miss anything. I forgot I was watching actors. They became real people and I was quickly invested in all of them. I don’t imagine I will ever move to India, but I am certain I will live my live out loud. I want to embrace getting older.
It is scary to get old. We must worry about our health, how we will manage financially, and what kind of relationship we will have with our adult children. This wonderful movie inspires me to live the second half of my life with no fear, an open mind, a close relationship with my son, the Englishman by my side, and time spent keeping the faith.
May 15, 2012 | 8:05 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I like to set up my friends. By friends of course I mean I will set up anyone. I come across a lot of single people during my daily travels and if someone is open to a fix up, I’m all over it. I will add them to my running list of possible set ups and hope I make a match. I happen to know a lot of Jewish people, and am one myself, so it turns out I spend a lot of time setting up Jews and let me just say, OY VEY!
This past week I met three fabulous women. One is married, and claims to have met her husband on JDate. We all know it is an urban myth that people get married after meeting on JDate, but she is so cute I’m not going to call her out on the huge lie. Important to note that I met my Englishman on JDate, which is very upsetting. I’m going to owe JDate a huge apology if it lasts because I’ve been bashing them forever.
I feel like I dated a million JDaters. It was an endless rollercoaster ride of Jewish freaks and it was exhausting. The Englishman found me, and I actually hesitated going out with him for a couple of reasons, but in an attempt to think outside the box I agreed to lunch and now here I am, falling in love with a man I was searching for. Did JDate work for me? I may choke on my own words, and my own vomit.
The two single women are Jewish and fabulous. These ladies are successful, attractive, funny, and looking for love. They are both tall, work in entertainment, and would like to meet someone special to share their lives with. I’m not sure if “share their lives” involves getting married, having kids, or just getting laid on a regular basis, but that’s not the point. The point is they are actively looking for love.
They would both like to meet Jewish men, but are open to dating men who are of another faith. It’s interesting to me that so many Jewish women are open to dating outside our faith. I had a big Jewish wedding, have a delicious child, and have always dated Jewish, but I wonder if my choices would be different if I had never been married and had no kids. Would I date a man of another religion then?
Is there an age for women when we start to let go of the things we thought were important in a partner in order to increase our options? If it does not work out with my Englishman will I consider dating outside my faith? Is he my last shot at a Jew because I’m simply too tired to keep swimming in the JPool? Important to note my Englishman might be my great love so I speak of him here only as a point of reference.
When I met the two single Jewish ladies, and offered to set them up, they were both into it immediately. I then met a single man who is a friend of the Englishman and thought he might be a good match for one of the women. I asked him if he was open to a fix up, but he was not. He said he was not really looking and that should he want to date again, he might want to try a non-Jew as he was married to a Jew and it did not work out.
That made me sad. I am 46 years old with no plans for more kids, and my desire for a partner stronger than my desire for a husband, so I would give up on a lot of things in terms of my search for love but faith is not one of them. I want to be with someone Jewish because it makes me feel safe and I am not giving that up. I don’t care about a man’s money, looks, or job. I do care that he has a Jewish worldview and sensibility. It matters to me.
Setting up women is easy because they are open to it. Setting up men is impossible because they are noncommittal to something as simple as a cup of coffee. If you are a Jewish man who wants to be set up, let me know. If you are a Jewish woman who wants to be set up with a Jewish man, good luck! At the end of the day I am happy to be off the rollercoaster and grateful for my funny, charming, handsome, and Jewish Englishman.
There are millions of people on JDate looking to meet Jews so whether people admit it or not, there are still Jews who want to marry Jews. They are not looking there by accident. There are also many non-Jews on JDate, which proves Jews are desirable and a catch. Jewish chicks need to pay attention to the women outside our faith because they want “our” men. We must start wanting them too! Jewish men rock, and faith matters.
I know a lot of interfaith couples. They are happy, and religion is not an issue for them, but in all of those relationships being Jewish is something nice that the Jewish side does. It’s not about practicing the religion as much as it about keeping some of the traditions alive. It works for them, but I can’t help but wonder if on some level they settled, on both sides, when it comes to faith. Not just for the Jew, but for the other faith too. Do you give up a piece of yourself when you marry a different faith?
I have been searching for love for a long time. I have found things along the way that I thought were love, but I was mistaken and had my heart broken. My heart has only ever been broken by Jewish men as that is how I role. One could argue I need to date men who are not Jewish in order to break that pattern. I understand that logic. If the same thing keeps happening, try something else to get a different result.
I have learned over the past few months that my search for love was not about searching for a different type of man, but rather about becoming a different type of dater. I let my guard down, opened my mind, embraced the possibilities, and by doing so found a Jew who just happens to be a different kind of man. Whether we grow old together or not, I have seen what is possible by changing myself, not changing what I wanted.
Love is elusive. Dear Lord, finding a man that did not make me sick long enough to squeeze out a second date was hard. The key to finding someone is by altering how you view yourself, not giving up on things that are important to you. I’m not an expert, but I have been searching for a long time and seem to have finally figured it out. I’m not sure why it took me so long to get to this place but I could not be happier to be here now.
I am going to set up the two lovely women that I met. They are fabulous, and they are open, so their time is coming. I don’t know if they will end up with Jewish men or not, but they will end up with love and that love will look the way they want it to. I have found love and he is Jewish because that is how love looks to me. It is how I view myself, how I view my partner, and it is with that clarity that I am keeping the faith.