Dating a SuperJew – A Glimpse of Year One

We’ve all had the challah and wished each other a happy Chanukah and watched Fiddler on the Roof – but have you seriously dated a SuperJew? Well, not many of us have (and if you are one, that doesn’t count). Going where no shiksa has ever gone before, I have completed my first year of dating a SuperJew, and I want to tell you all about it.

Seeing as the day I met my SuperJew, one of the first things to come up was his lack of interest in women of non-Jewish cultural identifications. Hence, from the get-go things were somewhat forbidden and most likely frowned-upon. A month after the official “dating” label had been prescribed, my lovely (and somewhat fearful) SuperJew started pondering different ways to break the news to his SuperJewishMother that I was indeed, and as feared, a gentile. After some silent hesitation and reassurance that his family indeed still did love him, the worst part was over! Now I just had a lot of learning to do. Some of the best things I have learned thus far from the experience are some of the coolest things I’ve really ever learned, and it made me fall for my SuperJew so much more.



1. Shabbat dinner will go on: just like “the show,” and “my heart,” Shabbat dinner will always go on (seriously Rose, you let go when you literally said you would never let go *scoff*). Over the past year, I’ve grown to love (instead of dread) Shabbat dinner. I still don’t know the words to the prayers or if I should be sitting or standing or when to pick up my tiny glass, but I love the damn dinner more than anything. Having an abundance of food, a table full of friends and family, and a handsome scrawny boyf by my side makes for a wonderful time. Not only are there large quantities of wine, but the challah is TO DIE FOR. Seriously – they make it fresh on Friday afternoons, and it has never tasted better. I decided upon my participation in several Shabbat dinners that this was something good. Relaxation, food, family and friends at the end of a long week is a wise idea, and also one I’d like to bring to my family one day.

2. Family is everything: I don’t know if this is true for all SuperJews and their SuperFamilies, but at Josh’s house family is everything. I’ve been treated as nothing but family since the moment I walked in the door. I am wholeheartedly pleased by this. Potential skepticism became heavily outweighed within the first few hours by an abundance of kindness and a bonding over the necessity of a healthy stock of bagels in the freezer.

3. Traditions are cool, and there will always be another holiday I don’t know about: Now that the calendar has nearly arrived full-circle, I have witnessed most all of the Jewish holidays in action. Fasting, services, meals – the whole sha-bang. Personally, I’ve never had an interest in refraining from consumption or putting down my cell phone, but hearing Josh’s explanations of all the holiday traditions have made me pretty ashamed of that lack of interest. Even if it’s not for religious observance, I want to be able to put my phone down and focus on a book, some good sleep, or a thoughtful conversation instead for a change.


Seth Cohen has this thing GOIN ON, and you know it.

4. I have no interest in changing religions, but I love to know and partake in another culture: At first, the only difference I saw was one of religion – I was raised a Minnesotan Lutheran and he a Floridian Jew. But the more time passed, the more I realized that although the fundamental differences in religion still exist, the differences in cultural are the ones that are most apparent on a daily basis. This is a good thing, due to my lack of interest in changing religions. I am a proud believer in Jesus Christ, but that doesn’t prohibit me from experiencing and becoming a part of a culture that isn’t necessarily the one I was born into.

So, that being said – throw on your kippah, grab a slice of baklava and have yourself a little double mitzvah. It’s all going to be okay. And on that note (as said by Black Cindy from Orange is the New Black), Shabbat Shalom, bitch.

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