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So you’ve read the title. It’s true, I’m not so single anymore. I’m talking about Sports Guy here, and to be honest I really don’t want to see anyone else. I went into this experiment of online Jdating for fun, for writing, to help myself get over my ex, to make Tony Pierce smile, but most importantly - to find someone worth giving up my (at times) cherished singledom for. And I did find someone, but ironically not through Jdate.
As readers of this column know, I met Sports Guy, a non Jdater, a couple weeks into my Jdate membership, and it was instant attraction and fun. We began spending more and more time together, oh you know how the beginnings are - sparkles and sunshine, and daisies, oh my. He’s the opposite of me in a lot of ways, but somehow it works and it keeps getting better - I know, I know, I kind of want to puke about it too. Ok, I’ll stop now.
Having said all that, I want to be clear - Jdate was a good experience for me and if Sports Guy and I for some reason don’t work out, I’m re-activating my membership straight away.
Once I figured out all the odd nuances of the online dating world, how to separate the good from the bad, and just well…ugly, it became really enjoyable. Especially when I would get emails from men who wanted to be my sugardaddy. It's flattering no matter what anyone says.
Here’s the re-cap of my short time as a Jdate princess:
Bachelor #1- A thirty-something music executive who was nice and friendly but definitely lied about his height. Date was pretty decent if not slightly boring, and he contacted me after to go out again. After text and phone tag, both of us let it go.
Bachelor #2's first date-A bald Bruce Willis type from New York with a great personality. I got too wasted on the first date (a rookie mistake) and he had to drive me home. After his numerous trips to the bathroom, he left my house hunched over and in pain, claimed he couldn't pee. I was confused.
Bachelor #2's second date-"You went out with him again!!!" I know, I know, I'm not totally sure why- Jewish guilt for his pain at my abode maybe? Went to his house, it was messy, he offered me Chee-tos, fell asleep on the couch watching a movie, and told me I looked like Ally Sheedy. I left and called Sports Guy.
Bachelor #3-Lots of witty emails, extremely good looking and really fun. We had a great date, even if he did kiss me at an inappropriate time/place. If I wasn't dating SG I might have been more upset that Bachelor #3 never called again.
Bachelor #4-The job interview disguised as a date. Thankfully I didn't need to give references, or get fingerprinted....or drug tested. I was exhausted about talking about my future goals and plans, my best qualities, and how I wanted to raise my children. He keeps calling. I keep ignoring- mature? No. Easier than talking to him ever again? Absolutely.
Part of me wishes I met SG later and could write about ridiculous and wild Jdates for awhile, but this is real life, and it's really what happened. Everything in this column has been true and the lesson I'm taking away is that as corny as it sounds, sometimes the best things happen when you least expect them- I was expecting to meet a nice Jewish boy on Jdate, and I met him at a party instead.
I guess you just have to keep putting yourself out there, no matter how awkward, strange, and at times drunken it can be.
Good luck out there, it's not as scary as it feels....
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