So, full disclosure: I'm not Jewish. Well, there is the possibility that I'm a tiny smidge Jewish, and through the matrilineal line, but that hardly matters unless you really need it to hold on to. So for all intents and purposes, I'm a shiksa...but people are always just assuming that I'm not. Co-workers that I've known for ages ask me if I've been to temple lately, or wish me a Happy New Year in the fall. Men start dating me and then react with horror when I mention my "Catholic guilt." I get compared to Sarah Silverman on the regular. My family makes jokes about it, a very dear friend has a Jewish pet name for me, and I've actually thought of having a t-shirt made that says "Don't assume I'm Jewish"...with the text right over my breasts, of course. I want people to notice it, after all. But seriously, at this point, why fight it? For the right man, I'd convert, if that's what he wanted. Also, for the right man, I'd move, or get married, or have children. Sometimes I'm jaded, or cynical. I'm certainly commitment-phobic. But mostly, underneath the sometimes cutting wit and the wry observations, I'm a sweet, sensitive girl who wants to believe. Maybe you're the man who can make that happen.