Dear Tamar: Say No to Han Solo!

by Tamar Caspi under Date Night,Single Life


Dear Tamar,

Can you please advise women to stop wearing the Han Solo uniform on dates?

Thank you,

Chewbacca and Friends


Dear Chewy,


Okay, but really, I get it. Autumn is upon us, and with that comes a new wardrobe. I don’t know about you, but I’m not so sad to see the super short-shorts go away for awhile. I’ve seen enough tuchus this summer to last a lifetime! Fall clothing is nice because it’s not too baring and not too bulky. Regardless, women should make more of an effort for a date than just skinny jeans, boots, and a vest.

Ladies: you don’t want to shave your legs for a first date? Fine. So wear a dress or a long sweater over tights with booties. Show your prospect that you put in the effort and are excited about the date by dressing up a bit. It’s the least you can do. Save the Han Solo get-up (which I do love myself) for a girls night or a day at the mall.

Get more advice about first date etiquette in How to Woo a Jew: The Modern Jewish Guide to Dating and Mating.


Don’t Be Tardy For The Party

by SweetLo under Date Night,JBloggers

Sometimes you go on a date and the only thing you can count on is Murphy’s Law. Recently, I went out with this guy who not only showed up a half hour late (like he’s never heard, ‘don’t be tardy for the party’) and looked like he just rolled out of bed. I was so sorry to interrupt his date with his bed for ours, but hello, he asked me out. So, trying to ignore the urge to say, ‘Hi the ‘90s called, they want their outfit back,’ I decided to move past everything and continue on. Well to add to Prince Charming’s attributes, he asked if we could “join forces” when the bill came – taking going Dutch to a whole new level of awkward. So just to recap my gem of an evening, he showed up late in last decade’s clothes and then used some sort of Star Wars reference to have me pay half the bill. Now kids, I am in no way suggesting it is a guy’s responsibility to pay, it was just one ridiculously obnoxious night. To seal the fate that was my date, when walking to my car, he cleverly hid a little X-rated request behind a PG suggestion: “Want to come over and play board games?” Well, Milton and Bradley would not be so lucky. I headed to my car, thanked him for an utterly fabulous evening out on the town, and remembered why dating rocks, because now I have one hell of a story. Begging the question, “Why don’t they do what they say, say what they mean? One thing leads to another.”