You talked about Jesus.

Now, please understand that I have nothing against religions that are not my own. I have studied them at length, and I respect most of them deeply (not you, Scientology). But when we are on a date and I happen to mention that I am Jewish, what made you think that a 15 minute soliloquy on your close, personal relationship with God's son would make my heart melt? I love that you are into your faith, that's totally cool with me, but telling me you were sad when he died? Like you were there? You make-a me squirm, sir.