Jewish Singles Night
Updated: Apr 18, 2019
Reservists are still on active duty in San Diego even though Desert Storm is winding down. Steve Marcus and Barry Silverman are being housed at the Embassy Suite in La Jolla. One morning on the way out the door, Steve notices an easel in the lobby with a sign announcing a Jewish singles mixer on Saturday night.
"Hey Barry, maybe we should go to this. It might be fun."
"Good idea. Maybe we should go in uniform."
Saturday night arrives. Steve and Barry meet in the lobby looking sharp and crisp in their dress blue uniforms, the epitome of Naval Officers.
"Ready?" Steve asks.
"I think we look rather distinguished," Barry replies.
The mixer is being held in a meeting room off the lobby. Steve and Barry approach a man and woman sitting at a table outside the door. The easel is there with the announcement of the mixer and an entry fee of five dollars. Steve and Barry reach for their wallets.
"We'd like to attend the mixer," Barry says.
The couple look at them with blank stares. "You can't come in," the woman announces.
The man studies their Navy uniforms. "You're not Jewish."
"What are you talking about?" Steve asks.
"It's a Jewish singles mixer. You have to be Jewish to get in."
"Are you kidding? Look at his name tag. It says Silverman. How could he not be Jewish? Okay, my name is a bit more vague, but it's not an uncommon Jewish name."
The two people at the table hesitate, unable to respond.
"Barry, can you believe this?" Steve reaches for the zipper on his pants. "Are we going to have to show you?"
"Never mind," the man says, waving his arms frantically as he starts to lurch from the chair. "Okay. Okay. You can come in."
Steve and Barry pay the five dollars. As they enter, the buzz of conversation recedes as the people in the room notice the two Naval officers standing in the doorway.
"I don't know," Barry says. "I'm not sure being a Naval Officer is going to appeal to a Jewish woman, even if we are doctors."