Why I’m Marrying a Jewish Girl

I have spent the better part of the last four years convincing my parents that I don’t need to marry a Jewish girl. Turns out I was wrong. It’s not the first time that’s happened, although it may be the first time I’m admitting it to them.

Every Jew of my generation grew up with the irrefutable truth that we had to marry Jewish or all Jews would die out, and everyone who was already Jewish would spontaneously convert.

We were told that with the current rate of intermarriage, Jews would die out in three generations. That was a lot to put on my lanky shoulders. While you’re at it, why don’t you tell me I’m Neo and offer to unplug me from the matrix. Perhaps it’s no coincidence that the city in the “Matrix” trilogy is named Zion.

As a 14-year-old, I was repeatedly instructed that my destiny was to help repopulate the planet with Jews. That’s hard to grasp at that age. At that point, I’d only found one girl in the entire city willing to kiss me — if I was going to save my religion, I’d have to get moving.

I lived in a predominantly Latino, Indian and Asian neighborhood but was exposed to plenty of Jewish girls. I was an active member of United Synagogue Youth, I worked at Camp Ramah, and even my high school and college had large populations of Jews (thank you, New York City).

Every girl I dated in high school was Jewish. Although I can’t fully take credit for that choice — a lanky bespectacled bookworm might do well at a Shabbaton, but that’s not the look most WASPs go for.

By the time I was graduating college, I’d traded lanky for lean and bookworm for well read. For the first time in my dating life, I had options — but I held on to the irrational belief that if I didn’t marry a Jewish girl, Kirk Cameron would win.

During senior year, I dated a non-Jew who was convinced that the reason I broke it off was because she wasn’t Jewish. Actually, I broke it off because she never made me laugh. Maybe if she had been Jewish she’d have had a better sense of humor. But when she told people I dumped her was because she wasn’t Jewish, I began to feel prejudiced.

Haven’t Jews always said that people should not be persecuted for their religious beliefs? So why shouldn’t I marry someone wonderful, who just happens to pray while kneeling?

The more I traveled, the more wonderful non-Jews I met. I tried dating all the Jewish women in Alabama, North Dakota and West Virginia, but I wasn’t attracted to her. (Ba-zing!)

I ended up with a few non-Jewish girlfriends in a row — even buying a Christmas tree for one of them. That led to the statement most Jewish men of my background have said to their mothers at one point: “Mom, I’m full.”

Kidding. What I said was, “Isn’t how she treats people more important than her religion?”

After a few hours of reminding me of everyone from Moses to Sandy Koufax, my mother had to concede that she’d rather I end up with a sweet and loving Christian than a mean and uncaring woman whose mother happened to be born Jewish. And thus, she had to admit that religion was not her No. 1 priority.

I was off the hook, kind of. I had logically browbeaten my mother into submission — into reluctant permission to marry a non-Jew. But something strange happened. As I grew up and began looking for “the one,” I started looking for her to be Jewish.

What dozens of youth leaders and camp counselors had failed to explain to me was the one point I took away from my debate with my mother: That marrying a Jewish woman is simply better for me. It’s not about my kids or the future of our entire people. It’s about chemistry and finding someone who is passionate about what I love. And one thing that I love is being Jewish.

I love kibitzing during Kiddush, without having to explain either of those words to someone. I love knowing what baseball players are Jewish and rooting for them a bit more because of it. I love eating buttered matzah the first morning of Passover (though by the eighth, I’m not as big of a fan).

I finally realized that I don’t have to be Judah Maccabee — I just have to be me. And it’s a lot more rewarding to share your life with someone who truly understands it.

I reactivated the JDate profile my mother had encouraged me to have in college. On day one, I IM’d Sara. On day two, we met. On day five, we were exclusive. And on day 51, I asked her to marry me.

Did I fall in love with Sara because she’s Jewish? Without performing a series of bizarre and potentially illegal experiments, I’ll never know for sure. But I do know that I enjoyed going to services with her on the High Holy Days. I enjoyed eating with her in my brother’s sukkah. And I enjoyed looking at pictures of her bat mitzvah, knowing that she grew up just as lanky and bookwormish as me.

So when you tell your kids that you want them to find a nice Jewish girl — or boy, or who cares what it is as long as it’s Jewish — I suggest you tell them why. They’re not looking for someone Jewish because it’s important to you. They’re looking for someone Jewish because it’s important to them.

I love you, Sara. And I look forward to teaching our kids to marry Jewish, too.

Steve Hofstetter is an internationally touring comedian who has been on VH1, ESPN and Comedy Central.