Bachelor #1- Jewgirl's first Jdate for LAist
Like I explained on Saturday, I am doing a social experiment, I put myself on Jdate and am documenting it for all on LAist. F-ing Tony Pierce can convince me to murder my own mother if he gets enough cocktails in me….
So Bachelor #1 called before the weekend and we made plans to share some Sunday night drinks at a swanky hotel, not Hollywood faux swanky, but classy swanky.
After an entire Sunday afternoon of laying in bed, thinking about canceling at least seven times, due to my lack of a good outfit, or my house full of girly roommates awaiting his knock on the door, I decided to get in the shower. Good thing too, cause Bachelor #1 was early, anticipating freeway traffic when there was none, he was more than prompt. I heard my dog barking at the stranger and swallowed my last gulp of my pre-date “take the edge off cause I’m a spaz” glass of chardonnay and answered it.
He was your typical Jewish boy next door, maybe little shorter than his profile suggested, but it could have also been my heels. We got in his car and I immediately started sweating profusely...not totally sure why, I just know that I have no recollection of the conversation from my house to the hotel lounge, all I remember is trying to make myself not appear like a wet mess. Ew. Once I got my perspiration under control we pulled up to the hotel and found some slightly awkward poolside seats and ordered wine.
I wish I had a great story to tell. I wish I could tell you he was an ass or he was THE ONE or that we had some sort of insane physical chemistry that could hardly be measured, but the truth is quite uneventful. We talked about our families and our jobs, a little about music and a little about college.
Bachelor #1 was a totally nice, smart, interesting guy. I could tell he listened when I answered questions and well... there you go, he asked questions, and wanted to know me- or at least seemed to. There wasn't crazy chemistry- maybe it just the wine talking but if he had gone for it at the end of the night I would have smooched him back, but he didn't, and that was fine. Totally fine. And if he calls me again and wants to go out that would be totally fine too. And if he doesn't that's fine as well. I guess that's just what happens sometimes, I can't tell either way. It has however, given me faith in Jdate, that they aren't all crazies, weirdos or liars.
Bachelor #1 is a great guy, and at the end of the night his closing line was "We should do this again." Obligatory? Only time will tell...
Stay tuned for Bachelor #2, the plan is drinks this Tuesday....
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