I was sitting at a dinner party the other night when word got around that I write about dating. Suddenly all of the hostess’ girlfriends wanted advice from me, who they now called the “Jewish Carrie Bradshaw.” Flattered, I felt an obligation to try and help these single women in their early 20′s. As an “older” woman (nearly 30… they probably considered me ancient), I had an obligation to impart some wisdom.
My first question: “are you on JDate?” elicited one unusual response: a guttural sound emanated from Danielle’s throat while her face distorted into a look of disgust. While the corners of her lips turned down with her upper lip peaked into a snarl, her eyes became slits and her jaw tensed up. She finally recovered from her bout with repulsion and simply said, “ew.” And I could tell she was starting to doubt her opinion of me as the cool, older sister-type.
As for me, I couldn’t help but start laughing. I remembered I used to think the same way when I was her age. But still I eventually did sign up for a JDate membership where I found dozens upon dozens of eligible bachelors and was happily surprised to know I was in good (and good-looking) company.
I told Danielle that I too had preconceived notions about JDate, but found it to be a place where ALL Jews go to look for their beshert. By signing up on JDate, there would be hundreds of thousands of single Jewish men from around the world literally at her fingertips. She could narrow them down at her behest, whether by area, age, or however her critical heart desires.
As the JDate conversation continued most of the other people at the dinner party, guys and gals alike, all proudly stated that they too were on JDate. Danielle quickly became the odd woman out and I could tell she was even excited to sign up. She had discovered that JDate is not the place where desperate people go but rather where the “cool” people are.
*all names have been changed