Bachelor #4- The Inquisition Has Begun
I haven’t had too many jobs in my life, but I’ve probably been on like at least ten job interviews, and this weekend was another one.
But Single Jew Girl, we thought you were supposed to go out with Bachelor #4 this weekend.
So did I, my friends…So did I.
It looked like a date but really it was an interview, and I don’t think I got the job, or even past the first round. Not that I wanted to.
I get it- first dates are all about getting to know what the other person’s life looks like- where did you grow up, what do you do, where did you go to college, etc. That’s fine.
But my date with Bachelor #4 emerged from the getting to know you territory, to a job interview, and not for a cashier position at Starbucks or Urban Outfitters, but like a high level position in some sort of national security office.
Bachelor #4 was one of the first guys to email me on Jdate and we’ve been exchanging random and inconsistent IM’s about once a week since. He finally got the balls to just make a plan for drinks and I said ok, squeezing in a date before Sports Guy and I might become official.
Once the plan was made to meet for a drink at a bar on the Westside I tried to look his profile up again (we had moved over to IM after our first Jdate message) to remind myself of his stats, but somehow I must have deleted the original email because I couldn’t find it…after a neurotic moment of "what am I doing" panic, I realized that I just had to trust myself- something about him and his profile made me want to respond to him a month ago, so something must have been alright.
I wasn’t as nervous as usual this time- maybe because I’m getting used to meeting new guys like this, maybe because I’ve been seeing Sports Guy pretty regularly, but after sniffing my bottle of red, and doubting its quality, I decided not to risk it. So, I went to the date with Bachelor #4 stone cold sober, I suppose some would say that’s the best way to be…besides I felt cute and confident in my new Veronica M. dress.
I arrived first and waited at the bar for him and I kept wondering if anyone could tell I was waiting for a Jdate. Bachelor #4 arrived just as I was coming up with a story to tell about my circumstances if I ran into anyone I knew. Bachelor #4 was cute, and as soon as I saw him I remembered his Jdate profile image- one of him at a college football game with friends. This will be good I thought.
And that’s when the inquisition began.