So the past couple weeks I’ve been hanging out with Sports Guy, the non Jdate boy I met in the midst of my experiment. Even though we’re pretty opposite, I mean his name is Sports Guy, we can’t seem to get enough of each other. He likes me a lot and doesn’t hesitate to tell me so, and even though things with him are going well, my profile is still on Jdate. I’m trying not to put all my eggs in one basket I suppose, and I figure I can worry about this Jdate stuff once Sports Guy and I have “The Talk” which seems to be fast approaching. In the meantime Bachelor #3 and I made plans, after many witty email exchanges, to meet for drinks at a pub near my house.

The truth is, despite our fun emails, I wasn’t that excited to go out with Bachelor #3, actually I wasn’t looking forward to it at all, probably because it was Sports Guy’s first night off of work in awhile and I kind of wanted to hang out with him instead.

My plan was just to get through it, like a good little Jewish trooper. I'd make conversation, have a drink and then say I had to go home because I had “early meetings”. Then I’d call Sports Guy.

My rock solid escape plan was foolproof, that is, until I saw Bachelor #3 waiting for me at the bar in all is adorable glory. That’s right, I said adorable.

Oy Vey.

Bachelor #3 and I started talking like old friends, and the truth is he did seem like an old friend, he reminded me of boys I went to college with, not the meatheads, but the cool ones. We ordered the same drink, Kettle and soda, we realized we were at the same Outkast concert circa 2003 in Boston, we played the name game with people we knew who went to each others schools and figured out we both bought pot from the same kid, albeit different years. He asked me what the weirdest Jdate I’ve been on was and I felt comfortable telling him about Flomax Guy (Bachelor #2), which he thought was hysterical. The conversation came so easily, especially when it got to the mind-blowing season finale of Lost. I guess it doesn’t take too much for me to like someone, especially if they watch Lost and their favorite character is Desmond.

I was having such a good time that when Bachelor #3 got up to use the restroom I didn’t even check my phone to see if Sports Guy called me, instead I took the opportunity to re-apply my lip gloss. Bachelor #3 came back and took a new seat, not the one he was sitting at across from me all night, but rather the seat right next to me and this is when things got a little dicey.

So after my last debacle of a date, I decided to cool my power Jdating down a little. I was way too tired, confused, and bloated from all of the mid-week drinking to go out on another blind date right away.

I'm still getting Jdate emails everyday- most are normal guys just saying hi. But there are other more interesting ones, like the forty-two year old real estate developer in Riverside who emails me at least once a week and offers to be my sugar daddy. Its a nice offer, but I haven't gotten back to him yet.

Another favorite is the guy who has (without giving too much away) the words "spirit" and "mystical" in his Jdate screename. His profile says he is "one with nature" and wants to find someone with the same passion for the outdoors as he has. I'm not sure why he keeps emailing me- there is nothing in my profile to suggest that I am one with Mother Earth- I think I should write him back and tell him that while he communes with nature, I commune with Happy Hours and reality televsion.

So Bachelor #3 and I couldn’t get it together to make plans - first he had to change the time, then I had to change the day, so we agreed to go out next week instead.

That was fine with me because Bachelor #2, the one who had that whole peeing situation at the end of our last date, has been calling me trying to make plans for this weekend. Despite his issue at the end of Tuesday night, I had a great time with him and I did want to see him again.

So when he asked if I wanted to come by his apartment, watch a movie, order food, and then go get ice cream, I thought it sounded good. I knew everything was going to stay PG, so I felt comfortable going by there.

He said he lived “just over the hill”. I got to his house twenty-five minutes after getting over Laurel Canyon and was a half-hour late. Just over the hill, my ass. When I called to say I was downstairs, he sounded surprised, “You’re here already?” Huh?

I went upstairs to his apartment and was greeted by the most hyper pug I’d ever seen. I love dogs, but this dog was mental. After about three full minutes of his dog jumping all over me I had a chance to look around his place.

Now, if you were to invite a date over, you’d clean up a little right? Not Bachelor #2. I’m certainly no neat freak, but his floor was littered with laundry, dog toys, and ninety-nine cent store bags, which I guess was where he just came from. He did say Friday night right?

Some people have been asking what happened with Bachelors #1 and #2 since our dates earlier this week so heres a quick update.

Bachelor #2- After the whole jetting out of my house after he wasn't able to pee situation, I was super disappointed (cause the date was great) and pretty weirded out. As I was nursing my hangover yesterday morning he called and apologized, said that sometimes when he drinks more than he should, that happens to him, he can't pee. Interesting- when I get drunk all that happens to me is sending out inappropriate text messages. Then he said he had a "real good time" and that he wants to see me again this weekend. The truth is I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and I actually do want to see him again but hello red flag, right?....I think I'll make a second date with him, and just make sure to keep it PG until I gather more information. Like medical information.

Bachelor #1- We went to drinks on Sunday night and although he was a smart, nice and cute guy there wasn't much chemistry and I had no idea if he thought the date went well at all. Tuesday morning at 7:30am, thats right AM, his text message made it clear "I had a great time with you on Sunday night we should hang out again soon, hope you had a good Monday". Ok. If he calls I'll give it a second chance, its not always fireworks and magic the first time you meet someone. So last night when he called me I picked up for what was the most awkward converation ever. Nothing to say. I told him I just saw the craziest episode of Lost and it blew my mind and he said he doesn't really watch TV. He said something about sports. Then I said something about work. Then he did. It was boring and uncomfortable and he said he's going away this weekend but I should make it out to 'his neck of the woods" next week and that he would call me when he gets back to town. I'm kind of hoping he doesn't.

As for Bachelor #3 he's a younger guy, but from our conversations I'm probably most excited to meet him this weekend. I know I said my next date would be coffee, but now that I'm feeling better, I think I can handle cocktails again- except this time I'm giving myself a two drink max. Stay tuned....

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So there I am last night, in my non air conditioned house, trying to put my makeup on while simultaneously trying to sip my pre-date glass of wine and not have a complete hissy fit because I keep sweating off all of my concealer. Why does it feel like one hundred degrees at nine o’clock at night? After numerous attempts to position myself under my ceiling fan at the best angle to get the most wind on my sweaty, non date-ready face, I scrapped my plan and decided to move locations. I couldn’t concern myself with outfit choices at that moment, so I just went ahead and threw on the same one I wore on Sunday night with Bachelor #1. Of course I washed it…fine, febreezed it. I headed out to my car, turned on the radio and blasted the AC to the highest it could go and finished the getting ready process in my driveway. That was better. Sans runny make-up I headed to the bar Bachelor #2 and I had decided on the day before feeling all nice and chilly in my vehicle.

I parked about a block away and as I was walking up to the entrance I could feel the sweat coming. Was it really that hot last night, was I super nervous to meet this guy, or am I just a neurotic Jewish girl? I hoped I would get there first, to wipe down and clean up a little in the bathroom, but no such luck, Bachelor #2 was waiting with a big smile at a table outside. He looked just like his pictures and was very cute. Tall and strong, he was a blue eyed guy from New York. He was also bald. Not George Costanza bald, more like Bruce Willis shaved bald. That’s not usually my thing, I like shaggy haired band guys, but this was pretty sexy, I liked it. Beyond the physical, Bachelor #2 was nice to hang out with- the conversation came easily, we both were comfortable and we talked about, well everything. I liked him because he really seemed to know who he was, he wasn’t trying too hard to impress or be witty or be charming, he was just being himself and that is more attractive than any witty comment he could have made. Maybe it was an East Coast thing but my bullshit meter didn’t go off one bit. He asked me if I had any “deal breakers”. I told him yes- wearing socks to bed and saying the word “stoked” too much. He said his were liars and people who tried too hard to be witty. Oh.

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Like I explained on Saturday, I am doing a social experiment, I put myself on Jdate and am documenting it for all on LAist. F-ing Tony Pierce can convince me to murder my own mother if he gets enough cocktails in me….

So Bachelor #1 called before the weekend and we made plans to share some Sunday night drinks at a swanky hotel, not Hollywood faux swanky, but classy swanky.

After an entire Sunday afternoon of laying in bed, thinking about canceling at least seven times, due to my lack of a good outfit, or my house full of girly roommates awaiting his knock on the door, I decided to get in the shower. Good thing too, cause Bachelor #1 was early, anticipating freeway traffic when there was none, he was more than prompt. I heard my dog barking at the stranger and swallowed my last gulp of my pre-date “take the edge off cause I’m a spaz” glass of chardonnay and answered it.

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.

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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