For roughly a month after I got back from Israel, my office served as nothing more than a Mac-based environment for receiving JDate and Match alerts as well as Facebook pokes while getting paid. Two months removed from my Jewish reawakening, my work commitment is barely more intense as I continue to "mail it in." Probably not the definition of the ambitious mensch those frauleins are ransacking the NY dating scene trying to grab. And what do I do it for? Mediocre dates, trite interrogations over drinks, jaded girls too afraid to show their emotional cards? And some of my best material wasted on this half-appreciative audience. Sure, there are a few nice chicks sandwiched here and there. And I may not be the smooth Lothario I fancy myself to be every time out. But is it too much to ask that a girl not immediately assume that I'm the spiritual brother of the last 10 J-clicks she's gotten drinks or dinner with?
Then there are the dispiriting times I assume every girl worth knowing is either taken or halfway across the world volunteering for Peace Corps or building an oil rig in Riyadh. These are the times a boozehound hits the bottle, while I drown myself in the desperate folly of indiscriminate emails and flirts...
tbc
1 comment:
First, no girl worth knowing is volunteering for the Peace Corps, or anything else for that matter, because volunteering is for the birds.
Second, I agree with your implicit point that the multitude of dates, while an ego boon in numerical terms, has a palpable negative effect on the quality. Why I even know a gentleman, a certain Mr. A.S., who schedules multiple rendezvous (rendezvouses? rendezvoushki?) for the same evening. Surely he cannot in good faith expect anything but a pad to his dating statistics from the first lady.
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