Becky was ready to give up. She’d actually signed on that night to cancel her JDate membership and wash her hands of the whole thing forever. She was tired of getting her hopes up, tired of spending crawlingly dull hours on dates with pampered little princes who took their whole precious little sheltered lives for granted. She was tired of these so-called men for whom Zionism was just a word. But as she sat, eyes glued to the computer screen, staring down the barrel of Avi Kleinbaum’s AK, suddenly she felt ready to give love another chance.
