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A36 semgirl

Written by Tamar Fox.  Tamar is Jewrotica’s new Judaic Outreach Director.  For those who dare, check out her clever, irreverent and tongue-in-cheek Behind Closed Doors with Men and Women of the Bible.   

PG-13It did not begin innocently.  When he asked me if I had a boyfriend I was sitting directly behind him in his cab, looking out the window as we sped past the Old City on Jerusalem’s Route 1 highway, and I knew, of course I knew, that he would then ask if I would like to go out with him.

If I were sharing this story with my brother Ari, he would say, “If you knew, then what were you thinking, Yael?” I was thinking that I didn’t get asked out very often.  Some girls are approached by men as they walk down the street, as they wait for a bus or pick out pomegranates in the grocery store. There are girls whose lives are full of invitations from men who want to take them to dinner and buy them flowers and press them up against walls and kiss, but I have never been one of those girls.  I was being propositioned by a man whose cab I had just gotten into, and when he asked me if I’d like to go out with him, I said “maybe” because I wasn’t brave enough to say yes, but I wasn’t proud enough to say no, either.

His name was Sami, he told me, and then he asked me something in Hebrew, but it was too fast for me to understand.  I was already good at faking my way through conversations, though.  “Maybe,” I said again, smiling a little, enjoying this opportunity to be coy.

“Maybe?” Sami looked at me in the rearview window.

“Why not?” I asked, shrugging and then allowing my smile to grow.

“Sababa!” Arabic sounded too smooth coming out of his mouth, and I knew suddenly that he wasn’t Jewish, that I was already in over my head.

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Author of Jewrotica's Double Mitzvah column, Tamar Fox is a writer and editor in Philadelphia. She will try anything once, including open relationships, dating someone who is chalav yisrael, and going to Suriname.
  • This IS a longer piece but it’s riveting. The characters are so… real and the story captivates. In addition to the relationship between Sami and Yael, I enjoyed the Jerusalem area descriptions and the light-hearted poking at seminary culture, as both are quite familiar to me and near to my heart (perhaps in a distant sort of way.)

    Keep on writing, Tamar!

  • Brutal read. I felt like I was an intruder. Quality writing though, that’s for sure.

  • That was a brutal read. I felt like I was an intruder, looking into someone’s private life, trying hard not to be judgmental but incapable of ignoring the queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

    • Anonymous Internet Commenter

      Hm. Why queasy/judgmental? Cause the guy was an Arab?

      I thought this story was gorgeously written. Good job, Tamar.

  • Banana

    I love how the story was written. It was lengthy but worthwhile. What made me annoyed is how easy it was the the main character to use her religion to shield herself away from the guy after she used him. It’s not a negative statement about writing.. in fact it’s admiration that the author was able to pick up on something so culturally prevalent. Its fascinating to me because I feel it happens so often.. religious men and women want what they can’t have, they desire sexuality more so when paid attention to than when not and they okay themselves to lose control with someone that they darn well know they will never.. ever end up with. (I don’t mean to sound all inclusive.. obviously there are exceptions… )

  • OnTimeJew

    Damn, that was hot. I love how the story built up and the characters came alive before the sexual tension (and release) happened. And a great end to the story!

  • Adalia

    Wow, thank you for sharing this. It was INTENSE and it brought back sooooo many memories of being new in Israel and Naive. And of the endless heartbreaking stories I listened to as girls came home to our seminary dorms in the early morning hours, many times in tears and with shame.

  • Karalyn Dane

    reminds me of the first time I was with a guy who wasn’t circumcised…there’s nothing sweeter than what’s forbidden…

  • Reading this story gave me chills – literally.

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