According to some once-doting men, I\’m terrific. I\’m also beautiful, talented, smart, sassy, funny, dynamic, cute and sweet. To make matters worse, I\’d make a fantastic mother. And the final blow? Apparently … I\’m a catch. I listen intently to my lover-gone-evil dumper\’s compliments — and cringe. Somehow my fairy tale has gone awry.
I\’m no longer a virgin. To Israel, that is. This single babe just returned from her maiden voyage to the land of milk and honey. And all I can say is — there were a lot of honeys. Jewish men everywhere.
In the restaurants, on the streets, in the shops — I didn\’t know where to flirt first. Forget a kid in a candy store, I was like a Jew in a bagel store. I\’ll take a dozen — hot ones if you have them. Israel is a single Jewish girl\’s fantasy.
\”This is an amazing book,\” said my friend Lynn, solemnly handing me my birthday present, a paperback she handled as though it were the Holy Grail. \”But rip off the cover right away.\”
Stop the presses: The Jewish communityis ready to discover…singles. That\’s right. What intermarriage and\”continuity\” were to the 1990s, singles will be in the years ahead: agroup to study, court, serve and, finally, value.
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