I was chatting online last year to a woman who was adamant she wanted to be “just friends”. Out of the blue she asked
Paul, are you circumcised?
This is, of course, a question that I am regularly asked by casual acquaintances, shop staff, waitresses and charity blaggers.
Two possible explanations sprang to mind.
- The state of my genitals was of some interest to her; or
- She was worried I was secretly Jewish and had been hiding this from her.
Either is possible. I habitually sport a black fedora which, apparently, makes me look “a bit Jewish”. Last spring I was approached by a man in the public toilets at Bradford train station. He peered at me, and my hat, and asked me outright
Excuse me, but are you Jewish?
I wouldn’t have minded but I was using the urinal so….Duh.