By Abigail Pickus
Not long ago I had a weekend romance with a fellow in New York.
After I returned home to Chicago, we exchanged a few emails and talked on the phone once; a long, lovely chat that ended with me reading an article I was working on aloud and him offering some very keen editing suggestions.
But then he disappeared.
I didn’t think much of it at the time and attributed it to the distance. I was thinking more in terms of geography than religion, but during a recent visit to New York, upon running into the friend who had introduced us, I discovered otherwise.