A few years ago, Chaim Amalek placed a singles ad for me on craigslist. The hottest date I had from it was with a Mexican lady, ten years younger than me, who appeared to be “the whole package” as she described herself. She was in grad school. She was hot. She was not Jewish. I took her to dinner and I just felt awkward because I had never been out with a Mexican before (or since). All I could do was talk about things I presumed to be of interest to her relating to Mexico. She laughed at me for this. I didn’t call her. She later called me — from her bathtub. But I could never get comfortable at the prospect of marrying a Mexican who had no interest in Judaism. So I let her go…and now my heart aches to go south of the border.<\/p>\n
When I went out with black or Filipina or Chinese girls, I never felt any need to keep talking about their culture. I just talked about myself, just as I would with a white girl. But with a Mexicana, I was uncomfortable. Hmm. I was a bad man.<\/p>\n
After 40 years of failure with cold, selfish, career-obsessed Anglos, I’m ready to give the Mexican woman her shot to be Mrs Ford, even if she doesn’t have papers. (No Guatemalans, please.)<\/p>\n
I’m opening the borders to my heart and refusing to discount the redemptive powers of the Mexican woman.<\/p>\n
* I just got reamed for sneezing towards the floor of my office but not covering my mouth. “Is that an Orthodox thing?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A few years ago, Chaim Amalek placed a singles ad for me on craigslist. The hottest date I had from it was with a Mexican lady, ten years younger than me, who appeared to be “the whole package” as she … Continue reading