I converted to Reform Judaism a year ago in February. I'm very happy with my decision. I'm also agnostic. I don't have enough to go on to say that I believe in God and I can't prove that he doesn't exist. I'm very much at peace with this for now...who knows what my life will teach me in the years to come.
I've written about a certain someone on this blog. I call him Smokey. Smokey and I had an instant rapport when we met and every date after that has been great...and he's a great kisser. A few days ago he called me and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out with him and his friends...I said, "of course!". Everything was going well. I liked his friends and they seemed to like me except for the bitchy queen. There's always one anytime the gays congregate.
Then he asks me to accompany him on the balcony while he smoked a cigarrette. Once we were outside and the door was closed he turned around and said, "I don't know what to do with you". He said he really liked me and that I was a great guy and that he felt torn about the fact that I didn't believe in Jesus as my personal Lord and Saviour. He was also afraid, that if we dated, I'd meet his father and say something about religion that would offend him.
Long story not so short, we called things off because I'm not a "believer". I'm an agnostic Jew who has a real beef with Evangelical Christianity. What can I say? I wonder if I should even mention this stuff during dates and if so, when? But the last thing I want is to wait too long, fall in love, and then be spurned for the reasons mentioned above.
What's a Jew to do?
By the way, I'm sooooo lusting after that box of Samoas that someone left in the break room. I'm pretty sure they like me back. I may have to commit cookie adultery.
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