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than material goods. She’s had her dalliances with bad boys, boozers, abusers, psychos and anti-Semites and can appreciate a man who treats her with respect and can provide buckets of affection and imagination. Such a woman is inventive, fun, creative, involved in Judaism, takes good care of herself and, most of all, LIKES herself. I love kids and am sensitive to issues of custody and visitation; if we click, I will put heart and soul into making the relationship work, however complex our lives. Just try me. Since I once worked in the accounting industry, please comply with GAAP regulations (Genuinely Adorable in Appearance and Personality).
Where will we go for the perfect first date? I’m open to anything: a synagogue event, a diner, an encounter group (yes, that’s happened), a quiet setting where we can talk and see what we’re about. Magic requires nothing more complex. After that, heaven knows, anything goes.
Chapter 5
What I Liked and What They Said
The constant wordsmithing of my profiles paid dividends in contacts. The messaging always got high marks for literary value. The responses to Judaism surprised me, in that some women thought I was “too religious” for them, although I don’t keep kosher and, at the time I was active, didn’t belong to a synagogue. I kept informed on Jewish issues, strongly supported Israel and attended pro-Israel rallies whenever crises brought mass events to the United Nations Plaza. But for the women that mattered, the upfront Judaism sent a clear signal of how we could connect. And I enjoyed my share of contacts from women who weren’t going to sit back and miss out on their chance at a good thing.
One intro email says:
Dear Tex:
I’ve always liked bald men. (My three favorite people in the world were/are bald: my brother, my father, my grandfather). But what I really like are smart men. On a par with that are kind men. That you like the arts and culture, even better. And best, you seem to like helping others. And (does it get any better?) you’re Jewish too!
I love your photos. You’ve inspired me to put some of my nature shots up on my profile. You sound like a life-long learner. Me too. What are currently writing about? I’m studying in a helping profession (my contribution to tikkun olam ) [a Hebrew term that means “repair the world”]. I also perform classical music.
Sorry this is a bit disjointed. I’ve read too many profiles today, but yours is a stand out. Hope you will look mine over and respond.
P.S. What a romantic quote. Is it James Joyce?
Being straight about my interest in Judaism also connected me to a very specific dating cohort: women rabbis. Some were full-time pulpit rabbis, while others combined their rabbinic background with another career, such as therapy or social work. Whatever the background, we always had plenty to talk about.
One rabbi—now happily married—gave me a tefillin set (defined earlier as black straps with black boxes containing Bible verses that Jews wear during morning services on weekdays) that I use when I attend the Sunday morning minyan at my synagogue. I let her know I how touched I was by the gift and I use it and always think of her.
Another observation: women rabbis always host excellent seders. I know from experience. They’re rabbis! They’re women! Would you expect anything less?
The only downside to dating a rabbi—when you go with her to a Jewish event she’ll typically get sidetracked talking to a colleague, leaving you to your own devices for a quarter-hour or more. I know from experience.
When women and I connected through Judaism, we often shared other interests. A passion for faith translated into connections involving creativity, languages and social issues.
For example, K in Connecticut, a slender, athletic redhead and educator, wrote me:
I don’t know if you will get this email since you are not a paying member. We chatted the other night. I wished you Spaconi
Where will we go for the perfect first date? I’m open to anything: a synagogue event, a diner, an encounter group (yes, that’s happened), a quiet setting where we can talk and see what we’re about. Magic requires nothing more complex. After that, heaven knows, anything goes.
Chapter 5
What I Liked and What They Said
The constant wordsmithing of my profiles paid dividends in contacts. The messaging always got high marks for literary value. The responses to Judaism surprised me, in that some women thought I was “too religious” for them, although I don’t keep kosher and, at the time I was active, didn’t belong to a synagogue. I kept informed on Jewish issues, strongly supported Israel and attended pro-Israel rallies whenever crises brought mass events to the United Nations Plaza. But for the women that mattered, the upfront Judaism sent a clear signal of how we could connect. And I enjoyed my share of contacts from women who weren’t going to sit back and miss out on their chance at a good thing.
One intro email says:
Dear Tex:
I’ve always liked bald men. (My three favorite people in the world were/are bald: my brother, my father, my grandfather). But what I really like are smart men. On a par with that are kind men. That you like the arts and culture, even better. And best, you seem to like helping others. And (does it get any better?) you’re Jewish too!
I love your photos. You’ve inspired me to put some of my nature shots up on my profile. You sound like a life-long learner. Me too. What are currently writing about? I’m studying in a helping profession (my contribution to tikkun olam ) [a Hebrew term that means “repair the world”]. I also perform classical music.
Sorry this is a bit disjointed. I’ve read too many profiles today, but yours is a stand out. Hope you will look mine over and respond.
P.S. What a romantic quote. Is it James Joyce?
Being straight about my interest in Judaism also connected me to a very specific dating cohort: women rabbis. Some were full-time pulpit rabbis, while others combined their rabbinic background with another career, such as therapy or social work. Whatever the background, we always had plenty to talk about.
One rabbi—now happily married—gave me a tefillin set (defined earlier as black straps with black boxes containing Bible verses that Jews wear during morning services on weekdays) that I use when I attend the Sunday morning minyan at my synagogue. I let her know I how touched I was by the gift and I use it and always think of her.
Another observation: women rabbis always host excellent seders. I know from experience. They’re rabbis! They’re women! Would you expect anything less?
The only downside to dating a rabbi—when you go with her to a Jewish event she’ll typically get sidetracked talking to a colleague, leaving you to your own devices for a quarter-hour or more. I know from experience.
When women and I connected through Judaism, we often shared other interests. A passion for faith translated into connections involving creativity, languages and social issues.
For example, K in Connecticut, a slender, athletic redhead and educator, wrote me:
I don’t know if you will get this email since you are not a paying member. We chatted the other night. I wished you Spaconi
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