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Anyway, knowing how religious she was, I knew it would be best if I told her my views.We went for a walk downtown, which was quite romantic, and we just started asking each other questions. She took it rather well on the spot, and did not distance herself at all.In my opinion, address these points as early as possible!Just do it casually, no need to hold him up to a pedestal As far as the virgin thing goes, I personally wouldn't care if you asked me, even if it was after we just met.I chose a profile photo of myself in a Santa onesie. It got approved, as did all my other conservatively dressed photos.Christian Mingle had to approve my bio and photos before they went public. I thought choosing “Charismatic” would show how charming and fun I was, but Google informed me that it is in fact a kind of Christianity that “emphasizes the work of the Holy Spirit, spiritual gifts and modern-day miracles as an everyday part of a believer’s life.” Whoops.It turned out our stereotypes were wrong and that the problem was that my settings were on the 18- to 23-year-old filer.
So when Christian Mingle asked me to fill out what I thought being a Christian means in my bio, I immediately thought of Christmas and filled that in.The app chose my headline for me, which strangely announced that I was a “Single—never been married Woman.” That’s not how I usually introduce myself, but I guess my previous marital status was important to eligible Christians. At first I kept getting matched with men in their early 20s and was becoming frustrated by a lack of facial hair or bachelor’s degree.My friend Kelsey commented that it might be because religious Christians (at least the ones we knew) get married young, and there wasn’t anyone older.Even though I'm a Jewish girl who went to Hebrew school twice a week for countless years, had a Bat Mitzvah in a Conservative synagogue, went to sleepaway camp, experienced Birthright and joined a Jewish sorority in college, I still never . And that's how the bickering began -- and the first time I even really had marriage on the brain. Listening to him read a short story aloud because "it's good for our memories." Never feeling embarrassed about asking where Bulgaria is on the map or eating unhealthy amounts of popcorn.The whole, "Grow up and marry a nice Jewish boy" has never been my family's motto. After a night of tears and arguing and getting defensive over a religion I had thought I had very little connection to, I did the only thing I could think of. Knowing that he could pinpoint my emotions based on a slight facial expression. People say love fades eventually and religion is the foundation that makes things easier for a family.