Cohen Head

(The Lovin' Spoonful's Do You Believe in Magic? playing softly in the background.)

Yahoo, kids! I have a date tomorrow with a very nice Jewish boy by the name of Cohen. For those of you who don't know, Jewish boys are kryptonite to me. He's a witty Sagittarius that makes as many plays on words as I do. And that's a lot. He's also 6' 4" and plays the cello! The cello! Let me say it again: the cello!

We're meeting for coffee. How grownup! How mature! How not involving alcohol! This will be the first date in at least five years that did not begin with, "I'll have a double Beam and Coke, please." Good for me!

I love blind dates. I really do. I know a lot of people dread them, but it's like unwrapping a Christmas (or Hanukkah) gift. Sometimes, you get a pack of underpants and sometimes you get a Tiffany bracelet. I could use either right now.

Emmie's got it right, tho: it's best to be happy single before you can expect happiness in a relationship. Rest assured, I've spent months being happy single--just not any of the recent months like October, September, August or July. I'll keep you posted.

In the Comments section, tell me if you have a "type" or a characteristic a crush must have. Not that boys or gals must be Jewish for me--it just helps. I think it's the fobidden element. I'm a Catholic shiksa. And also frequently a meshugena.

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Update:

My friend and office neighbor Terri Z is also Jewish. I told her about the date and she asked, "Have you heard the joke about the jogging Jewish guy?"

Me: "No."

TZ: "Can I sexually harass you?"

Well, that's a no-brainer, TZ. Go right ahead.

A Jewish guy is running with a hard on and he runs into a wall. Which part of his body does he hit first?

His nose.

Ba dum chi.

Can I say again--I love Jewish boys.