Growing up in Jacksonville, Florida, I never got to experience dating Jewish guys in high school. I was one of the only Jewish kids and my temple was 45 minutes away.
A few months after starting college, I was in a sorority , involved with Jewish life on campus, and diving into dating apps. He was foreign, smart, and athletic β perfect for an year-old who was experiencing Jewish dating for the first time. After a week of talking on the app, we went out to get ice cream in a small outdoor shopping center near my campus. We walked, we talked, and I was happy thinking I met a nice Jewish boy.
Those words played in my head as I just stared at him. Annoyed and still surprised, I laughed it up and told him it was okay, which it was, I guess. But as we continued our walk around the center, his words kept nagging at me.
He also kept making unwanted advances on me every few minutes. He had picked me up from my dorm so there was no way for me to leave. I knew I had to call my fraternity friends.
I was still optimistic, though, about meeting my Jewish dream boat. Since my university was in Boca Raton, the app was very active β there were a lot of gefilte fish in the sea. On my next date, I knew it was going to be different. We went to the Cheesecake Factory, ate calories worth of pasta, and were having a very nice evening. I heard Jewish girls are great to date! Just like with the previous guy, I laughed it off, but the same annoyance crept up on me.
