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L'Chaim!
About a year ago I became involved with a Jewish social group, Moishe House. This group of 20-somethings with the occasional 30-something was a great way to meet people out of my social network and get my Jewish men fix. If you visit a Moishe House don’t go with the intent of finding your future spouse because you will be let down—as are most situations with high expectations. I always attended with an open mind and no intentions of finding my soul mate. I no longer attend events but I walked away with a new girlfriend, some good stories, delicious Shabbat dinners consumed and some good flirt sessions (take advantage of the practice when you can!).From ew to baggable.
At an event last month I met this fella who upon first sight seemed like a total dweeb. Straight up dweeb. Frankly, I shuddered with disdain when he walked up to my circle to join the banter. If I was a sexually repressed football player of Glee I would’ve slurpeed him to the face.
OK so in Glee we learn Dweebs are actually cool. Rachel finally dates Quinn. The kid in the wheelchair gets to bone the cheerleader. And my Dweeb as it turns out is funny as fuck and could hold his own. One point for the Dweebs. Begin Lady GaGa “Born This Way” mashed with Spice Girls “Wannabe.”
I was so impressed by his ability to keep up with my sassiness I asked for his number. And yes, there was so an awkward tension caused by the people around us staring. Can’t people exchange numbers without people giving an oogling look?! It’s not like we’re boning on the spot and exchanging vows. Interest is merely piqued.
At an event last month I met this fella who upon first sight seemed like a total dweeb. Straight up dweeb. Frankly, I shuddered with disdain when he walked up to my circle to join the banter. If I was a sexually repressed football player of Glee I would’ve slurpeed him to the face.
OK so in Glee we learn Dweebs are actually cool. Rachel finally dates Quinn. The kid in the wheelchair gets to bone the cheerleader. And my Dweeb as it turns out is funny as fuck and could hold his own. One point for the Dweebs. Begin Lady GaGa “Born This Way” mashed with Spice Girls “Wannabe.”
I was so impressed by his ability to keep up with my sassiness I asked for his number. And yes, there was so an awkward tension caused by the people around us staring. Can’t people exchange numbers without people giving an oogling look?! It’s not like we’re boning on the spot and exchanging vows. Interest is merely piqued.
Let me show you my town.
This bagged gentleman dude was new to town and I live in a great area worthy of showing off. After we parted Moishe I suggested I show him around and that I would be in touch.
Although I asked for his number he called me first later that week. A man who can call a girl is a rare find. The confidence and ease of the effort was truly refreshing. Nice one Dweeb.
I suggested meeting at a great little Cuban restaurant.
Flirty texting ensued leading up to the date.
I had my A game on and was ready to enjoy the evening.
Me, “Hi! Great to see you!”
Him, “Hi! Yea, so I invited Rachel.”
LOOK OF SHOCK ON MY FACE.
Me, “Well you better tell the host because I told him a table for two.”
He knew what he had done was so not kosher. I was not threatened by this girl. I did not have enough invested in this dude to really care the outcome. I had met her before and he told me she was like sister.
Who brings their sister on a date?!
We enjoyed our evening and I put on a good face but the whole time thought WHAT THE FUCK.
I’m on a quest to bag. We’re counting this as a bag just a bag gone wrong.
Cheers! Where everyone knows your name.
Victory was mine when after dinner we went to a local watering hole. The stars were aligned when I spotted three guys I knew at the bar. This isn’t a regular occurrence for me to run into people and I definitely didn’t plan it in advance.
My friends gave me a warm welcome with hugs and showered me with attention. Did I mention they’re pretty good looking?
Dude was visibly uncomfortable. I was reveling in the moment.
A bit tipsy I went to the bathroom and texted one of my girlfriends the cliff cliff notes while giggling in the stall.
I walked back from the bathroom BEAMING with confidence.
It became clear to me I was no longer interested in Dude. And for all I cared he could go fuck himself. Alcohol will do that.
I know who I want to take me home.
We left the bar and the sister/friend went home (for the record she is nice and I felt bad she got dragged into it). Dude and I spend some time talking afterwards and I did enjoy the conversation. But the killer was my body language did not read flirtation or interest whatsoever. I was engaged in conversation and I was enjoyable but body language gives so much insight to what a person thinks in terms of potential romance.
From the instant he said “I invited Rachel” my body language turned from date flirtation to friend casual time. Friend casual time? I hope that explains itself.
He drove me home and his parting words were, “Next time, it’ll be just the two of us.”
I never heard from him again.
Victory was mine when after dinner we went to a local watering hole. The stars were aligned when I spotted three guys I knew at the bar. This isn’t a regular occurrence for me to run into people and I definitely didn’t plan it in advance.
My friends gave me a warm welcome with hugs and showered me with attention. Did I mention they’re pretty good looking?
Dude was visibly uncomfortable. I was reveling in the moment.
A bit tipsy I went to the bathroom and texted one of my girlfriends the cliff cliff notes while giggling in the stall.
I walked back from the bathroom BEAMING with confidence.
It became clear to me I was no longer interested in Dude. And for all I cared he could go fuck himself. Alcohol will do that.
I know who I want to take me home.
We left the bar and the sister/friend went home (for the record she is nice and I felt bad she got dragged into it). Dude and I spend some time talking afterwards and I did enjoy the conversation. But the killer was my body language did not read flirtation or interest whatsoever. I was engaged in conversation and I was enjoyable but body language gives so much insight to what a person thinks in terms of potential romance.
From the instant he said “I invited Rachel” my body language turned from date flirtation to friend casual time. Friend casual time? I hope that explains itself.
He drove me home and his parting words were, “Next time, it’ll be just the two of us.”
I never heard from him again.
photo: vintagestills.com
