My friend recently bought me a “Nice Jewish Guys” calendar for my birthday — featuring 12 months of the sexiest Adams, Aris, Davids, and Jonathans that Urban Outfitters could find. That was when I knew that this shiksa’s obsession with homeboys from the Tribe may have gotten a bit out of hand.
I went to a Jewish prep school for most of my life, and an integral part of my middle-school social scene included going to sock-hops at the JCC and bar/bat mitzvahs every weekend (we knew how to party). Even today, I can wolf down more matzo brei than anyone else I know and when any of my friends suggest making weekend brunch plans, I will insist passionately upon going to our local Jewish deli, Goldberg’s — if not for the food, then certainly for the eye candy.
My attraction to nice, Jewish boys leaves most of my friends…
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