Last night, over dinner with Best Friend and RH:Me: So, my Jdate subscription expired.
RH: You want to take a break, right?
Me: Yes! But...I got an email, that I can't read, from someone I contacted a few days ago. But I figured out who it was because Jdate gave me a "You both emailed each other!" icon. He seems nice--harmless, cute enough.
RH: Dude, you should email him back.
Me: I can't. My subscription expired.
*Insert waiter's delivery of second "grande" mojito here.*
Best Friend: Oh, you should email him. Who knows? You could have a great time. You could get laid.
Me: You know that's not the main thing I'm looking for.
Best Friend: So? It could still happen.
Me: It's thirty-five dollars.
RH and Best Friend: Thirty-five dollars?
Me: For one email.
RH: Dude, that's 2 cute tops from Forever 21. It's not that much. And it's a whole month.
Best Friend: You should do it. There will be new profiles during a whole month.
Me: We'll see. Um...where's that waiter for more drinks?
Several hours later...
Yup. I drank and Jdated. Oh, Cute Jewess. What do you do to yourself? So yes, the guy who emailed--let's call him Mr. Nice--was indeed, nice. Not the most interesting adjective, but so far, he doesn't seem like the most interesting guy. Still, I'm now officially corresponding--once again--with someone from the Jdate. I wrote him back while tipsy, but I just re-read what I wrote, and it's perfectly witty and appropriate. Good job, drunkish Cute Jewess! I also emailed another new Jdate profile of a guy I was more interested in--and he's logged in since then with no response. UGH. Back there again as well.
Earlier, after dinner, at a loungey type bar:
Me: That guy is cute! Ooh, Crush of the Night!
Best Friend: He's cute. He looks like he could be on the Daily Show.
Me: ???
Me: What? No, he doesn't. Kevin Sorbo's blond. This guy has short dark hair, dark stubble. Also, he's not bulky like Hercules.
Best Friend: He looks like if Kevin Sorbo were on the Daily Show.
Me: ???
RH: You love Hercules.
Me: I made eye contact!
Best Friend: Go over and talk to him.
Me (seeing Crush talking closely with another guy): I think he's gay. He's gay.
Best Friend: Go over and find out.
Me: I made eye contact again! I'm getting less shy!
Best Friend: Whoo-hoo. That's flirting 101! What do you think he's going to do, come over from across the bar because you made eye contact?
Me: Um...yes?
Um, no. My Crush, who looked nothing like Kevin Sorbo or the Daily Show (???) put on his gorgeous black overcoat--that he looked yummy in--and left.
Fiddlesticks.
I'll leave you now with this pic of former Cute Jew of the Week Andy Samberg offering a crowd of Justin Timberlake fans his "d**k in a box." (As mentioned by
acaligurl in last post's comments!) You know, Andy, Valentine's Day
is coming up. And I'm right here in NYC!
--Cute Jewess