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Challah At Your Jewgirl

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So here I am, a nice 26-year-old Jewess living in and looking for love in Los Angeles.

There happens to be a lot of us here, and meeting that nice Jewish boy your mother has always dreamt about is harder than it sounds, yes even in LA. Harder especially for us ladies who have a penchant for tattooed musicians and tortured artists with their own penchant for alcoholic beverages and the like. There are a lot of those types in Los Angeles too, the tortured and tattooed, but I haven’t met many that are Jewish, and certainly none that things have worked out with.

So, I’ve made the decision, partly because it will be fun and interesting to write about, and partly because I know deep down nice Jewish boys don’t typically hang out at the rock concerts and dive bars I frequent, to join the pinnacle of online Jewish dating, Jdate.

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I’m not necessarily looking for “the one”, but certainly someone who is nice and cute and funny. That’s not too much to ask for, right? I mean, if they happen to be nice, cute, funny, tattooed, artistic AND Jewish, all the better…

My profile has been up for a couple of weeks and I’ve laid some groundwork through emails and phone calls for upcoming dates, which LAist Editor Tony Pierce has convinced me to document on LAist. Sometimes I think Tony could convince anyone of anything, like the time he showed me how OJ was innocent (which he is, by the way), but that’s a different post for a different time.

For the purposes of privacy and spontaneity I will remain anonymous and I will keep the gentlemen who I meet anonymous as well. They will not know that I am writing about our dates. And I will only refer to them as Bachelor #1, Bachelor #2, etc.

Bachelor #1, a record executive is all lined up for drinks on Sunday night, so stay tuned for the Monday morning report. Wish me luck!

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