10 Jewish Pick Up Lines That Would Make Your Rebbe Say "Oy!"

I promised my friends that my first post would be Hasidic and Jewish pick up lines, so here I am. These may be hilarious and maybe even a little hot, but please don't ever use these in real life! If you want to take things up a notch with your basherte, tell it to them straight. You wouldn't want to throw them off with a kichel reference when they're more of a kishke kind of person. Enjoy these lines designed to make your zivug blush, or at least spit out their p'tcha.

1. Are you an esrog? Cuz I can't stop examining you.

2. You must be David and I Goliath, because you seem to have swept me off my feet.

3. You remind me of a mezuzah... I'm supposed to kiss you, right?

4. On a scale of 1-10, you're hotter than the number of nights of Chanukah!

5. Have you seen a desert anywhere? Cuz I've been lost in your eyes for what seems like 40 years...

6. I like you so much, I don't even care if you stack your plates.

7. I thought apples and honey were sweet, until I met you.

8. You must be Egyptian, cuz I'm a total slave for you.

9. Is it Rosh Hashana? Cuz I like the leek of you.

And finally...

10. Are you Jewish? Cuz you Israeli hot!

Hi! You can call me Vivian. I am a free-spirited girl currently living in the insular Hasidic community of Chabad-Lubavitch. I blog about my questions and struggles with religion, as well as my everyday spoonie life with chronic illness. You'll usually find me either with a pen and notebook, furiously writing up my next poem, or curled up with a cup of hot chocolate and a book. Although if you look hard enough, you might find me secretly watching Netflix somewhere.

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