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The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff
The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff













Swing by Zabar’s café and get something to eat at the picnic table, on the new dock. We’re both Upper West Siders, the river’s a favorite spot and the weather might actually be getting nice…. Okay, so maybe that’s not true but I do want to know you, and I would love to hear back.

The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff

Hi! Are you playing hard to get? If so, I’ll play too… just tell me how! I can’t stop thinking about you. It would be a plus if he had a car, but I was just psyched to see he had hair. He liked riding his bike and long summer drives. His profile, smart and to the point, matched the twinkle in his eye. Yet I felt all flushed when his face popped up on my screen. What were the odds, but there I was in Riverside Park with a Jewish man from the Upper West Side, in publishing no less, and he turned out to be for Trump. We were but twenty minutes in, and he happened to be right.

The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff

“Well, I can see this afternoon’s going steadily downhill,” said my online date.















The Shiksa Syndrome by Laurie Graff