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3. I'm smitten with jogging jews on the Williamsburg Bridge in full Hasidic regalia
Springtime is here! And you know what that means... that's right; gorgeous Hasidic Jewish boys jogging on the Williamsburg Bridge in full Hasidic dress! I'm amazed these young, nubile, athletically-bodied young sex gods go jogging in this dress. It's amazing! They are always wearing traditional long-sleeved black jackets with black vests... the four tzitzis hanging off of the four-cornered white garments they have on under that blowing in their stride. Their shimmering payos waft gently from their temples... framing flustered, blushed red cheeks on either side of milky smooth skin of their totally handsome Israelite features.
God they are beautiful. I think the fact that they are so handsome is only heightened by the fact that they have the fortitude and determination to go sweat-ily jogging in so many hot layers, a yamaka cap and, yes, black traditional jewish dress shoes. They are not running shoes or even athletic shoes! But it's all "clop-clop-clop" ...these kids just keep jogging along like they're going for the gold. Running shoe ads have no effect on these people... they're trend-less. I mean... how hot is that? They're like fashion-less jogging sex magnets for me. I always try and steal a quick glance as they jog past me... but since I'm from the Other Side they don't even give me a single glance.
The Williamsburg Bridge has significance to Hasidic Jews. When it was completed in 1903, it prompted many Hasidic Jewish people leaving the Lower East Side and venturing out to other New York boroughs. I think there is some kind of symbolic thing going on with the tradition of Hasid families I see walking on the bridge constantly. I have seen older Hasidic men on the Manhattan end of the bridge doing something that looks like praying or rocking back and forth, I think. And once I saw a whole stack of matzos that had been left at the Manhattan entrance, placed ritually to one side (it seemed).
The jogging Hasidic Jewish boys is a rare phenomenon... but I do see it from time to time. Maybe one day I'll reach a hand out from the Other Side and introduce myself and ask them what it's like, maybe take a picture or two (wouldn't that be so suave of me to do while they are in mid-jog?) I'd love to do a fashion spread of these guys. Why hasn't Morrissey written a song about this phenomenon? It's so up his alley... I can just imagine the lyrics...
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