Twenty years ago I got the courage to ask out one of my close friends on a date and surprisingly she said yes. I felt a real connection, like I could ask or tell her anything, so during dinner I asked, "What's a kike?"

This question had been bothering me since the night before, since everyone at the poker table kept calling me that. She immediately freaked out screaming "Why would you ask me that! You know I'm Jewish!"

To be honest, I didn't know what a Jew was at that age. I just thought she was white, but needless to say, I didn't get any sex that night and I didn't have a friend the next day.