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Single J Girl: No Love Triangle After All

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So Sports Guyand I have been seeing each other quite a bit these days, I’ve met his friends, he’s met mine (they all highly approve, or at least that’s what they say), we’ve gone out on the town, over to dive bars, to the movies and stayed in together. He even taught me a little about the Indy 500 and why the guy who won isn’t JUST Ashley Judd’s husband. He brought me to Hollywood Park and taught me about betting on horses, and I made him two indie rock mixes to expand his musical horizons from Jay Z and Biggie, which I think are currently the only CD’s in his car.

Sports Guy is great- we’re having the best time together and besides for being a tad too much into sports and Saved By the Bell repeats, there aren’t any real red flags. I like Sports Guy more and more each day, and while a week and a half ago I was trying to avoid having the “what are we talk” as much as possible, after this weekend of logging in numerous Sports Guy hours, I kind of want him to bring it up. That’s right, I think I want Sports Guy to be my boyfriend.

Like officially.

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I know, I know, “Single Jew Girl, why don’t YOU just bring it up?” is probably what you’re thinking, but right or wrong I’ve had a strict policy since I started dating at 16, that the guy I’m seeing must bring up the “what are we talk” first or else it doesn’t count. They also have to say the “L” word first or else it doesn’t count either. Crazy and insecure, I know, but it’s my policy and I’m sticking to it.

Having said that, Sports Guy HAS in fact talked about our relationship status, albeit when he’s had a few beers. We all know that alcohol can be truth serum, and the things he says are wonderful- “I adore you”, “I’m crazy about you Single Jew Girl”-all fantastic, but I’d trust it more if it were coming from a sober place and not right after sex.

So, after a fabulous weekend with Sports Guy when I was pretty sure "the talk" would happen it didn't, and needless to say I'm a little disappointed, even though I know he isn't seeing anyone else.

That is why I'm going to try and push my Jewish guilt aside and go on more Jdates until Sports Guy tells me how he feels when we're not out at the bar, and preferably during daylight hours. Nothing counts until then, right?

Speaking of Jdates, Bachelor #3 from last week, the guy I had so much in common with (including our college pot dealer) has not called. He emailed me a "had a great time we should hang out soon" email a few days after the event but nothing else. This was the guy who felt the need to sit right next to me in the middle of the bar, grab my face and make out with me I was so damn irresistible. Then nothing.

Why do guys do that?

It may be a bit controversial, and I admit he can be a tool, but I totally subscribe to author Greg Behrendt's theory of "he's just not that into you." I totally believe that if he's not calling you or showing interest, cut your losses and move on.

And I don't believe that Bachelor #3 is that into me, which is fine, but WHY the need to make out with me in public? Why go through that whole dog and pony show, slobber all over my face, make me feel super self conscious in front of other bar patrons, just to not call? I mean really.

So I have drinks scheduled with Bachelor #4 this week, a seemingly boring but polite and nice guy, on a night when Sports Guy is working, and although I feel a little guilty I'm going through with it anyway. Maybe my Jewish Princessness is coming out- I didn't get what I wanted (a status update from Sports Guy) so now I'm reacting. Either way, Bachelor #4 is on the horizon and hopefully a "talk" with Sports Guy is too. Stay tuned...

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