[Dating Papers]

A few summers ago I had an “afternoon” Jdate. When we met, I was a little taken aback by his array of gizmos strapped to his belt. Cell phone, pager, who knows what else. Not like he was a doctor or anything–he was a music teacher!





Anyway, we were going to a free (harbinger, free) outdoor concert. It was really hot out and we got there early. He asked me if I’d like to get a drink first, so I agreed. I figured we’d go to a bar across the street and grab a cocktail. Nope, he took me to a bodega and bought me a Poland Spring.





At the concert, it appeared obvious to me that there was no connection and we didn’t have much to talk about. I mentioned my step dad and family and he mentioned his family. He asked if my parents were divorced and I said told him that my father passed away when I was young. So after the concert he asked me if I wanted to get a drink. I was brave and agreed again.





We went to a bar in my neighborhood. He ordered his drink and paid for it. So I just kinda sat there. Then I ordered myself a drink and paid for it. There was an awkward silence and then he asked, “So how’d your dad die?” So rude and totally inappropriate!





Needless to say, I never went out with him again. And now I have an answer for any guy who asks me that in such an audacious way- “My mom shot him because he asked too many stupid questions.”

I went on a Jdate the other night and I was really excited about it. Here was a guy who I’d spoken to numerous times on the phone and I really thought the chemistry was there, thought being the key word here. When he showed up he was all smiles so I knew that he was just as excited to see me as I was to see him. However, he did look slightly different from his picture on his profile, maybe like half the size of his claimed 200 pounds! But onward went the date…and during the course of our date, he excused himself at least 6 times if not more to go to the restroom. I couldn’t figure out what his problem was until we were ready to say goodnight that evening and he leaned in for a kiss and all I could smell was vomit on his breath! Needless to say we did not kiss and I asked him what was going on. He broke down and told me he had been trying to lose some weight and ended up with a slight case of Bulemia. WTF? I told him to give me a call when he had his emotional problems squared away and gained some weight. Sorry for my insensitivity but man, that’s just gross!

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Sure…after much family persuading, I joined Jdate in November. The first night I was on it, I went into the chat room for people in their 30’s. The only guy that was there I instantly realized was a love em’ and leave ‘em guy who I met 7 years ago. We had a great date and made out in my car. Embarrassed to say in a parking lot in winter. Of course, he made future plans with me, but then he never called back or answered my phone calls. He approached me in the chat room and when he said, “I want to hear from you.” I emailed back and said, “No, you don’t” and then I let him have it. Evidentally, he didn’t remember what I looked like. He wasn’t enough to respond to me then and he wasn’t man enough to respond to me now.

I went through the usual route with this new guy. We IMed on Jdate, then we IMed on aol, and then we spoke on the phone. He seemed like a nice enough guy so I decided to meet him at Starbucks. I get to Starbucks and I’m looking around and I can’t find him. Then this guy with really bad skin (who has a face full of pimples at 30?) walks up to me. He looked nothing like his pic. He went up to the counter and ordered his drink and then went and got a table. It was obvious to me that he had no intention of paying for my drink so I ordered a drink for myself and I paid for it. During the date he said just great things like “wow I haven’t seen a Jiffy Lube in years” because there is one right across from the Starbucks in my town. Then he proceeded to ask me why I chose a career that makes little money and then he picked up the newspaper and started reading. Who reads the newspaper in the middle of the date? I also took note that his hands were visibly dirty with ink stains. He told me he hasn’t had a date in about 7 months. I can understand why. I drank my tea so fast that I scalded my mouth. This was yet another Jdate that lasted under an hour.





T——–

I normally chat and talk with a man a bit before meeting him…helps to minimize the creeps! I figured that hasn’t been working out so well, so after being IMed by this guy, I agreed to meet him that afternoon for lunch. The time we decided upon came while we were both driving to the restaurant while talking to each other on our cells. When I joked to him about being late to meet me, but it was OK since I was late to his responded with “You won’t have to worry about that with me - I had myself fixed after my kid was born!” Can we say “TMI” for a first (and last) date?????





Lady L

So, I went on a jdate last night. Everything was going fine, until he started to talk about his previous jdates. He was complaining that the girls often do not look like their picture posted on their profile. I was telling him that girls will choose a flattering picture, but I agree that it should be a realistic picture. Then, he continued the conversation by saying that when girls gain just a few pounds that it is very noticeable, but when guys gain weight, that they can get away with it. That it is not noticeable. So, basically it’s ok for guys to gain weight, but girls can’t gain weight. Are you kidding me? He didn’t even look like his picture! I definitely understand why he’s still single!





At the end of the date I asked him how much I owed for my drink. He looked at the check and he told me $5 for my one drink. Not only was he a jerk, but also very cheap!





L___ from Chicago

You won’t believe this, but I have been published! Well sorta. My newest blog, “JdatesGoneWrong”, sort of a vehicle for those of us with myriads of bad date stories, was mentioned in an article posted in this week’sJewish Week.





I created “Jdates Gone Wrong” while spending yet another evening in the Jdate chat room. We were on a roll sharing bad date stories in the form of “Dear Jdate” letters when I suddenly had the epiphany, influenced by JDatersAnonymous, to create a bad dates blog.





So, check me out in Jewish Week; albeit a brief mention in parenthesis…I am there. Oh, and don’t forget, I need new bad date stories.

As the host of this site I am requesting new stories. With the amount of wasted time I’ve personally spent on jdate, I KNOW that there are more stories to be had and I could really use a good laugh right now. So, send those stories in to me. Click the link to the right that says: contact me.





Thanks, and may your dates not end up on this page