Oh, well there's a thought
So, I'm still in the market/on the prowl/fishing the sea/looking for a date, and I just had this flash of insight, and I wonder why this never really occurred to me before. Oh, and I wonder if it matters. I don't know when I started to feel like I should be looking for someone Jewish, but at some point, something switched, and it wasn't until after college, at least. I've certainly got a gentile gal or two in my past where religion wasn't an issue, but at some point it started to matter to me. Maybe it was when I bought tickets for a date to see one of her favorite bands, not knowing Relient K was a Christian Rock band (it says so on the Wikipedia page!). Maybe it was when I sat patiently in one girlfriend's apartment before our night out while she wrapped presents and sang along with a Rat Pack Christmas carol mix. I dunno what made it official, but I know the seed was planted when my brother married a Catholic. Now we have a strong family and we all love each other, but it was still hard for the folks to accept. I remember back at that time that my opinion is that we take love where we find it, but clearly I changed my mind at some point... and the revelation I had today is that I can probably pin a lot of it on my sister in law. I love my brother, and I think of his wife as a sister, and I love her accordingly, but once in a while, she can be a real bitch, and not in a way that I can understand or justify or excuse. Sometimes I just want to call her names I don't usually use except from the confines of my car when I'm cut off in traffic. Sometimes (I'm stressing the "sometimes" here) she just sucks ass, and I think that the anger and resentment that wells up when she has these moments needs to be directed somewhere. I think at some point, I subconsciously blamed it on the religion thing, maybe because I can't think of any other reason that doesn't paint her as just a plain bitch. So I think deep I'm afraid that if I do allow myself to date a christian or a catholic, she would end up acting the same. I know it might not be a reasonable assumption, but there is a logic and substance to it. I've witnessed a bad thing, and I don't want it happen to me. But it sucks, because I may have passed (or even ignored) an opportunity to be happy. I might even do it again today.