When I brought my first boyfriend over to our home for Friday night sabbath dinner I thought I'd never lived to see another day. I was dating a disc jockey at the time, Izzy Weinberg. Well...... he was Jewish but it didn't score many points though. Neither did the full leather suit jacket and pants Izzy wore with thick gold chains around his neck or the reflective sunglasses he did not take off at the dinner table.
My dad and I did not speak to each other for about one year after that evening. He 'cut me off' until Izzy and I broke up. After that I just never bothered bringing my boyfriends home.

Little Neo