Blog on!

I must be the biggest retard who ever lived. I compromised the integrity of my blog not once but twice in my first four dates. The first time was debatably okay. I exchanged blogs with her. That sucked because we both wrote these watered down versions of our date. I left out something vital and I feel like I let down my readers. I want to scream out to world what that is but I am actually afraid to write about it because the girl has crazy librarian skills, and even though I have killed my old blog, and started this new one with a different URL, I am afraid she will track it down.

When we last left off I met this girl I thought I liked. I figured at the time this was someone I could get to know better, and was cool enough to read about my experience-to-date. Little did I know that she would pass it on to all her friends (who I may add thought it was awesome!), and then not too soon after I would be ready to move on and date more girls. So as you can imagine things are quite complicated. Though I have yet to go on more dates I hooked up with a new girl (not from online) while out last weekend. More about that later…

The past ten days has been pretty interesting. Two weeks ago, I was considering a blog hiatus, and I wanted to take some time to get to know this girl. We ended up going out on 2 more dates, which were fun but rather uneventful in terms of funny shit that happened. The girl is pretty cool but things just moved way too quickly. It is funny how the dynamic of things change once you hop in the sac together. Sex seems to open the Pandora’s Box of relationships. The sex leads to “What are we doing ?” and “where is this going?” questions. Now we have to have the “talk.” BARF!!



So the very next night, I was out on Long Island, attending an annual memorial booze cruise for someone in my neighborhood who died in a jet-ski accident. All the attendees, were 20-30 somethings from my neighborhood growing up and high-school. It is always a fun time. Put a bunch of people on a boat with enough liquor to kill a herd of sheep, and a good band, and you cannot go wrong. I end up bumping into this girl from high school, a former classmate’s younger sister. The girl is a six footer with a large rack, and she is pretty cute and funny as well. My memory from the night is very hazy, but we were pretty much making out all night in front of everyone. Yes I was that guy. I talked to her since and she claims I kissed her first. I cannot confirm or deny but I have no regets. We are supposed to go out sometime soon. I am psyched.

This experience confirmed I still needed to be playing the field, and not tied down to one girl. I have since been working the online dating scene. I been mad busy so no dates to speak of except there is this one girl from Myspace I might meet this weekend. A few weeks ago someone said to me I should add some bands to my page to spice it up, and sure enough a week later some chick says “Hi, I like your music. Maybe we should hang out.” So as it turns out we are going to the same music festival this weekend, so we will see how that goes. Chances are I will be way too out of it to deal with that stuff, but you never know.


So that’s the deal. I apologize for the delay and the verbal diarrhea that is this entry. I did not have time to organize my thoughts all that well before I wrote this entry and I wanted to get it out ASAP. A quick in and out before the weekend. Hopefully, I will have a good story to tell you upon my return.

4th Time is a Charm?


4 dates and 7 days ago I set out on a mission, somewhat unclear. This mission is still unclear and I am thoroughly exhausted. Power dating, and partying like a rockstar combined with a few nights of poor sleep has taken its toll. I sit here now with what seems like a case of the flu in the middle of the summer. But I guess it’s all good because before I got into this state I went on a really good date with a cool girl who I would like to hang with again.


Going in to it, I was actually quite worried. Against my mantra I got really psyched. Prior to meeting we had atleast 2 hours of solid conversation, on the phone, and online. For someone without game, I guess I was bringing out “A” game. Conversational gold. I was worried I had peaked too soon, and would run out of things to talk about. In addition, I was also worried that there would be something wrong with this girl I thought was cool “on paper.” To top it off, I was just so tired and not feeling 100%.


We met in Union Square, and she looked like her pictures, and her pictures were cute. Conversation began with ease. It was a beautiful day, and we walked for quite a bit looking for a cool outdoor place to have a few drinks before we went bowling. We narrowly avoided a stop-and-chat, with someone I knew from college. After trying 3 different places, we settled in on the Cosmic Cantina. Looking back I realized why we got seated so quickly. The place sucked and everyone must have known except for us. It was probably the worst part of the date. The tables were higher than the chairs, and the service was horrendous. We must have talked for a half hour before getting our drinks. Luckily, we had plenty of things to talk about.


Looking back on conversations I thought were good with three other ladies, I now realize they were quite poor. We talked and talked and managed to forge a bond over seemingly inconsequential shit like American Gladiators, Billy Madison, Chris Farley, In Living Color, and Billy Cosby in Rainbow room, intertwined with silly stories of wastitude from college. Stories went into multiple tangents, and somehow circled back over and over through the course of the date. In fact, we never made it to the bowling alley. I have been trying to be all creative and think of cool shit to do on dates, but I now realize the activities can be cool but it doesn’t matter what you are doing if the person you are with sucks. Maybe it was the shitty pitcher of sangria we ordered that put the kybash on bowling but at that point neither of us cared.


We had some dinner but it was pretty light. I was feeling pretty sluggish after dinner. The sangria was kind of weak. Drinking as much liquid as I did I felt I should have been a little more wasted than I was but I guess it was all good. I was just drunk enough to be slower but I was still feeling a little bashful. I felt like I was being boring and not as entertaining as I could be and said that to her but she didn’t feel the same way which was cool. Things were a little awkward at that point. It was a good awkward to me at least. I felt an “I like this person” awkward as opposed to “I have nothing in common or nothing to say to this person awkward.” We went for a nice long walk in the east village, and then walked to Stuy Town where she lived and sat by a fountain.


We talked a solid hour or more about this and that. Then I was tired and I decided it was time to go. We then tried to decide whether I would walk her to her place, or she would walk me out to where I could find a cab. We even tried to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would walk who home. I won but the battle but it didn’t decide much. It was clear we both were completely indifferent, which I kind of interpreted as we enjoyed each others company and didn’t want it to end, making me realize we probably should have been sitting there making out instead of continuing our funny but “small” talk. I blame that on the weak sauce from the Mexican place. I was a couple of drinks shy of first move territory. Needless to say, it did happen but at the very end of the date when we were parting ways.


We had some nice parting words. We had enjoyed each others company, and thought it was surreal how we met online and it worked out in a cool way. She then said something to effect of “If we do become an item, we need to come up with a cool story on how we met to tell our friends.” I told her there was no way that was going to work, because all my friends (and all their friends) already knew what I was up to because I had a blog about my dating experiences, but I had nothing but good things to say about her. She was cool with that though so we will see what happens. We also agreed to second date. I walked her to her building and we shared a good night kiss.


This date was a success story. I met someone I want to get to know more. I don’t know what that means for this blog. This blog is a tale of meeting random chicks and going out on 50 first dates. At number four, it’s far from over but I think I will be taking a break. As much, as I would like to attempt to juggle multiple relationships, I can’t do it. I am a simple guy and I like to focus on one girl at a time. Plus it’s taxing on the mind, body, and wallet. I like this chick and want to see how that story unravels. I could be back in no time or I could be done forever. Only time will tell. For the time being, I will try to blog once a week about random shit. Feel free to check in and see what is going on in the world of Z.


See you next week…



**Original Comments**



Dustin said...
Thats bullshit! You need to keep going on more dates. This is my enterntainment every night!
8:34 AM

pac said...
yo slee,what is this? are your girlys reading this?dog,why don't you just let your moms hook you up."oh bradley, did you ever meet mrs. schelemps daughter? she is just adorable. it's about time you met a nice jewish girl, instead of those dirty girls."oh yea speakin of your moms, have her bake me some brownies pleassedo it for boy
3:55 PM

kluv said...
You know what Z, this is bullshit. Import some pictures of these bitties. I think your twisted sense of whats good and your low standards in women would probably make this ten times more interesante. No, i'm just playin player, you don't have low standards....but pictures would make this better.
6:08 PM

The Lame Laugher


Before I recount the details of tonight’s date I just want to say a few things. The experience thus far has been pretty cool. The dates have been far from perfect but I have met some interesting people and had some cool experiences. A lot of you may have read the last entry and wonder to yourselves "Wow, that was perfect. He must have found someone pretty cool." She was cool, but I am leaving some stuff out because she has access to this blog. Like I said last blog it was a bad idea and I will be for sure never doing again. I am not sure how to come clean to the readers at this point but I plan on eventually bringing to light some of the details I left out.


On a side note, I bumped into Bait & Switch in my sisters building today. She happens to live there. And I am here crashing for the week. It was pretty random but not too awkward or anything. She kind of sucked, and looked even worse when she wasn't prettied up for a date. I am still wowed by how she doesn't look remotely anything like her pictures online. The great news is both her and Serial Dater have outstanding student loans that I can consolidate through my side job, which means I get to make some money off this whole dating thing. And I thought this was going to be a financial drain. When I was trying to sell the Bait & Switch the other morning, she wanted to put it out there, that she just wanted to be friends, and I laughed. She didn't hear me because we were on IM. I just want to make the sale. Things are different with Serial Dater. She is actually a pretty cool chick I will probably want to hang with some more at some point.


Well I guess, it is time to talk about tonight's date. Going on so many dates is proving to be harder than I expected. It is exhausting. Not only have I had to come up with something cool and different to do each time, I am almost guaranteed to be doing some (possibly heavy) drinking, spending cash, and constantly chatting. Silence on a first date is bad in my humble opinion. Tonight, I got an easy break. I was trying to think of something cool to do but we changed meeting locations last minute. This was also convenient because she was late and I got to take a 30 minute power nap.


I met her in Grand Central. I was surprised to find she looked better than her picture online. I had a cup of tea with me and some dude rushed by and knocked it all over me. I played it off pretty cool though, and made her laugh about the whole thing. We made pretty good conversation. I ended up taking her to the Rio Grande. We sat for drinks but ended up having a light dinner, if you want to call it that. She ordered a White Zinfandel. Strike 1. This is my mom's favorite drink. I had a margarita which was not too bad compared to the one from last date. We decide to order a veggie quesadilla, as she is a vegetarian. I guess there's nothing wrong with that. I am a fan of the vegetables. After not too long we finish both the food and drinks. She says she is not hungry but continues to eat the chips and salsa. She doesn’t want another drink either. I double check. Strike 2. Man, if I was a chick going on all these dates I would guzzling all the drinks possible if someone else was buying. Personally, I like to drink so I would only hope my counterpart would like to do the same. A drunk date usually makes for a fun date.


The conversation was was still pretty good, and she seemed like a real nice and sweet girl but it is clear to me she is kind of boring, tame, and in general lame. To top it off, as she got tipsier off her single glass of white zin, it was apparent she had this dorky annoying laugh. On paper, it is hard to recreate, but it was something like the girliest "A-huh, A-huh, A-huh!" you ever heard. Strike 3. From there on out, I tried to be a little less funny. I got off the hook easy though. This one was short and sweet. After that, she bought some us italian ices for desert for a whopping three smackeroos. That was cool. I felt like I was 8 again for a bit. She had plans to go hang with her sister, who was staying at the Waldorf, so I walked to over and gave her a hug goodnight.


Easy date. It actually gave me some time to lay the groundwork for tomorrow’s date. I am trying my hardest not to be super psyched for this. We’ve had multiple positive exchanges online and on the phone. We have similar musical tastes, she seems like she can party, and she seems cool and funny but I know there is something wrong with her. There is something wrong with all of them. I feel like I am Deuce Bigalow or some shit. I am a "He-Bitch" out on dates with all these freakish women. In fact, I am coming up with a mid-date back-out plan, that will be a component of all my dates from here on out.

Chillin with Serial Dater


I went out with the Serial Dater last night. Let me just say that Serial Dater and I had an interesting connection. We decided exchange blogs. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea as writing this entry I run this risk of losing at the very minimum a friend or a hook-up. And I will have trouble writing this because I know she will be reading it. She was definitely cute though, and resembles a girl I had a crush on in college. On an intellectual level, I really enjoyed getting to know this chick online, and on the phone. She seemed really smart and funny too.


We decided to meet at that big funky cube thing on Astor Place. We walk over to St. Marks so I can purchase some sunglasses. This was a cool little icebreaker. We tried on a bunch of different shades. I finally settled on a pair of aviators. I offered to buy her a pair but she already had some with here, and they looked pretty interesting. After that we walk over to DBA, a dimly lit beer bar on 1st Ave. The conversation is flowing effortlessly. This girl is pretty cool. We talked about pretty much everything under the sun including other dates, and ex’s which are taboo material for first dates, but its cool. We already have prior information because we have read each others blog’s. With each passing drink she looks cuter and cuter.


Eventually, we start getting hungry. We walk around the corner to MaryAnne’s for some mexican food. We got outside seating relatively quick, which provided us with our entertainment for the meal. Within 5 minutes of sitting down, some guy passes out on the street corner, and a crowd circles around him. The guy is breathing though, and kind of rolling around as if he was sleeping in bed and every few minutes attempts to get up. We debate with the couple at the next table whether he is just really drunk or on drugs. Eventually, police cars and an ambulance come take the guy away. That is cool though because we can get back to our ongoing conversation which was pretty damn good. On a side note, MaryAnne’s is not that great. The margarita’s tasted like shit. They were probably using some “plastic fantastic” type of tequila.


We finished up our meal and went for a walk. Strangely enough, we walk past the same guy who was passed out on the corner, struggling to walk only a few blocks away. Weird. At this point, I kind of get distracted. I originally planned to cut the date of at 11ish because I wanted to meet up with some friends and it’s already past that point. I spent the rest of the date on the phone intermittently. I am pretty drunk, and keep getting calls. What am I supposed to do? Apologize every few minutes. She says it’s cool, and that I am “Mr. Popular,” which is probably true. We walk in a circle and head to Bull McCabes to have a nightcap to end our date. We talk some more about some stuff I can’t remember at the moment over a whiskey drink. Girls that drink whiskey are cool.


I am having fun, and some stuff to do, so I invite her to go for a walk with me to pick up a “mystery” package at my friends building. I know this sounds really shady, that’s because it is. Surprisingly, she is really cool about it. We joke about my shadiness but I am actually pretty smooth. We go for another walk, and end up going to Swift for one more nightcap over which we will officially end our date. This is where the conversation gets racy as we start talking about sex toys, and hooking up. We actually talk about how we are going to make-out when the date is over. Cool. At this point, it is after midnight I completely drunk and the date ends. We make small talk and make out for a bit and say goodbye.


***This blog entry has been watered down. Check back for an update as the situation unfolds***





***Original Comments**




Fox said...
Z. You made my hangover. Laughed out loud 6 times.

The Bait-and-Switch


I went on Date Numero Uno last night. Against my mantra, I was pretty psyched about this date. Never again. Got to keep those expectations low!! We had some good IM talks but the phone conversation was less than stellar. I was tired and half asleep. I thought she sounded kind of mousy and jappy which was contrary to her profile name, “NotAJap.” She also made some derogatory comments about black people which I didn’t think was too cool. Needless to say I carried on with the date as she seemed pretty chill and we had some similar interests.


Yesterday, I was pretty beat from the weather, and shitty sleep the night before. I was hoping to get in a nap after work but that didn’t happen. I am crashing at my sister’s place for 10 days while she in Croatia. My housing situation is another great story that I don’t know how to fit in to this story of my date. The situation sucks but here at her place I am in the lap of luxury with central air, cable, and a balcony. Needless to say I got back there and there was some poker on TV and half bottle of wine in the fridge so the nap never happened. 30 minutes prior to the date I am bugging out. What did I get myself into? This is up there with the craziest things I have ever done. Of course this is not true and in fact it seems like the norm these days. I get on the phone with Evan and he talks me down to a calmer state.


So I head over to meet this girl. I just showered and put on clean clothes. After walking to the shuttle and getting in the subway I am no longer clean. I am sweating balls. Luckily, it started raining when I got out in Times Square. That was a relief. Okay the moment is almost here. I am at the MTV building waiting for this girl to get out of work. I am really not sure who I am actually looking for here. Online she had 4 pictures each with a different look, hairstyle, and color. I’m wondering what look I will be getting today. She tells me she will be wearing a white shirt. All these chicks are walking out. Lots of “Ohs!” and “Ahs!”, and one “Oh my god!” on my part. Is this the one? She is hot! She is not. Needless to say this girl walks up to me wearing a black shirt. Okay apparently she said white skirt on the phone. So this freaking girl looks absolutely nothing like the pictures online.


I am looking at them right now trying to make the connection here. Each girl in the pictures looks pretty cute. This one just looks okay. I think maybe there’s a possibility these pictures were taken pre-“freshman fifteen” or pre-nose job (reverse nose job that makes it look worse). This is what we call “Bait & Switch” folks. I am kind of let down but I manage to keep that on the wraps for the rest of the night though. She is still doable so I move on with life. Roll with the punches as they say. Anyways this is something I should have expected from the get go but I didn’t expect to see it happen on Date #1.


We head over to O’Lunney’s and have a few glasses of chardonnay. The conversation was mildly interesting, and there were few of those extremely awkward pauses. The kind that say I just ended my last thought, and do not have a new one prepared. Usually, I am pretty good at avoiding that shit, but tonight I am a little slow. She continues to be jappy like the phone conversation. My guess is she would be more jappy but she spends all her money on rent at her luxury high rise. She even throws in another comment about black people for good measure. Oddly enough, as I become more intoxicated, she became more attractive and a little bit cooler. Must be the bottle of wine I polished off earlier.


We decide to go get some sushi. I don’t remember the name of the place but it was pretty good. As we fill up on sushi, and sober up the conversation becomes more awkward, so I order some saki to nip that in the bud. She spills a whole glass of water on the table. I shrug my shoulders and am glad it wasn’t me this time. I am ready for a stiff drink though. Up to now, I have paid for everything so she offers to buy me next round. I usher her to the bar across the street and order a dirty martini. That hit the spot. After that I am feeling pretty good. We actually had to rush out after that. We were going to go see the Meters at the Nokia Theatre and had to meet Jerbellis there to get tickets. Kudos to Mike for coming through with extremely cheap tickets. We get to the show and it is kicking. The band is good, and I am wasted, and groovin’. I’m now into the music. It was kind of relieving. I was pretty tired of focusing on her. I was nice though and asked if she was ok or wanted a drink every 20 minutes or so.


We had a lot of similar taste in music so I figured she would dig the Meters. She seemed a little bored. She wasn’t really dancing all that much. In fact she was just rocking there holding on tight to her pocketbook. Whatever. Mike left and shortly thereafter and I really had to pee so I hit the bathroom. Sure enough I find my boy Farrel in the bathroom. I go back to find this chick and bring her over to my friends. Shortly, thereafter she tells me she wants to go to the gym in the morning has to go. That’s my get out jail free card! I tell her I had a great time and I’ll talk to her later. I proceed to party on with friends and thoroughly enjoy the evening. I want to give a little shout out to the guys from Alpha Delt who I found later in the evening. Good to see you guys.


In general, aside from the bait and switch, the date was not-so-bad. It was a pretty good first date, nuts-and-bolts-wise. I could substitute another chick in there and it could have been awesome. I talked to her online this morning and she wants to hang out again. I know we don’t have what it takes to go the distance but I would definitely be friends with her and or hook-up with her on a drunken night out. I am pretty happy with the way I behaved and feel I like this shit will only become more fun as the dates keep coming. I am going out with the Serial Dater tonight so that should make for an interesting story. On a side note, I want to say there is nothing wrong with serial dating because that’s pretty much what I will be doing barring I meet someone I want to date long-term, but I will continue to call her the Serial Dater in my blog.


To be continued…

This weather does not make for good dating. I'm sweaty within minutes of getting out the door, and by the days end my clothes are soaked. On the upside, the women of New York City look better than ever. I am mentally preparing for this weekends festivities. Dating should be just like jobhunting which as you all know I plenty about. This is my mantra, "Keep your expectations low, and you won't get let down. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, and always put your best foot forward." Anyways I am going on my first date in about 16 months on Thursday, so I guess thats a pretty big deal.


I think I should post my profile in here just so you can all see what the lovely ladies of JDate are reading and seeing. I'm sure you will all get a kick out of it. Here it goes...


About me:

A little bit about myself... I would define myself as a mix between the class clown and the life of the party. I grew up on long island and I graduated from an ivy league school. I am young professional who is gainfully employed. I actually just landed a new job which I love. I like going out to restaurants, seeing movies, playing cards, and a here is a secret I dont tell many people, I like musicals. don't tell anyone. In general am a pretty laid back, easy going, humble, calm collected type of guy, more silly than serious. I am dreamer but I am grounded in reality. I am in decent shape. I used to be a distance runner, and since high school I have been on and off with the regular exercise. As of recenty i'm back into it again. I love live music. I try to go out and see it whenever I can. I used to be a big phishhead up until they broke up. Well I guess I am still a huge fan but theres no band to follow anymore :( but theres plenty of other live acts out there to rock out at. I'm joker too. I love everything fun and funny. My single favorite thing to do is laugh. I am pretty adventurous. I like the outdoors and traveling, but im not the greatest at typical organized athletic sports. Big fan of extreme sports though I do not get to participate in them as often as I'd like too. I'm pretty experimental and love to try new things. I'll try anything once. I have a great family and a pack of great friends. I would have and would be nothing with out my family and friends. Theres tons more to say but ill save it for another time.


Theres a few innacuracies in there as you might imagine. I'm trying to get back into working out but we will leave that out too, and I just started a new job. I like it alot, don't know about love yet but I am sure the girls like to hear that. The secret is out. Shit. Whatever. I like musicals. I know most chicks have to dig that. Theres also a bunch of other descriptors, and few short paragraphs about ideal relationships, and first dates. I would include that too here but it's cheezy, and idealistic, when we all know a good first date is hard to come by, and a good relationship takes a whole lot of work so I'll will spare you fluff. You guys got the meat and potatoes above. Okay Lets delve into these pictures as well. First, lets examine the picture with the shades. I just look cool in that picture. It's says "smooth operator." This is far from the truth but I do look pretty cool there. The second picture is me with Spliffy, the best dog in the world. Well if you don't like dogs, you don't like anything. I think most chicks would think this picutre is totally cute. And my final picture is of me in front of the pyramids in Egypt. That says "well traveled and interesting". By this time, they are thinking I got to check this out. So that's my whole profile in a nutshell and that's what the current lineup is digging on.


There are about 2-3 chicks I am definitely going out with this weekend. And about 3 to 5 that are in the development stage. I am basically looking for chill down to earth girls that like to party too. As you all know and I pretty unique and it takes a different type of gal to get me going. So I scoured for the most interesting and the ones I had the most in common. I don't want to get to into too much detail but one I am really psyched for. She seems cool but you never know with this shit. We have the same musical tastes and she is the cutest. The second one is a serial dater. I'm like John #6 for her this week. Or on JewDate Shlomo #6. She seems really funny though and looks librarian hot. I guess her serial dating s not a big deal and it's not like she is sleeping with all of them. If I don't meet someone cool, I could see myself picking up some steam and sampling the rainbow... of jewish chicks. Thats like one band though. Brown. They all have dark hair. Not too many blondies, and a few redheads. I'll get thie rainbow on Match.com next month though. The third one just seems like a fun nice girl. And I am talking to a few random ass chicks too. Thats about all I got to say for now.


Hopefully my next post will describe a full on date in detail. Wish me luck!

Z



**Comments from Original Blog**

Brooklyn Girl said...
A serial dater huh? You make it sound like that's a bad thing, but if I'm not mistaken... you are in the same boat, Shlomo #5.

Thanks for the advice though, these dates are killer tiring. Being a serial dater is exhausting.
2:21 AM


Zachariah Chiam Zev said...
So is being a serial killer. Just kidding. I like the blog Brad, and if i was an attractive jewish girl in the city, i'd be all like, "oo brad, i like musicals too, and i party". It's good dialogue, I know, i'm gifted. By the way, I used to be on myspace until I found out that it was owned by Rupert "FoxNews" Murdoch. So i quit.
7:57 PM

Greetings friends,


Tell one, tell all. Tell your mothers, your brothers, your sisters. Tell your mother’s brother’s sister for all I care. Just don’t tell my mom or dad. They might be happy for me and give me the fucking 20 questions ordeal every week. BUT ALAS, after a long hiatus I am ready to blog again. My first blog as you can remember was about how much I hated my old job intertwined with some of my zany adventures. My new blog will have a new completely different theme. Dating. Shitty job is pretty funny, but me out with a different chick every week… That has the potential for a sitcom!!


Why dating you may all be asking yourselves? As some you may know I am recently single. I am not doing this to fill the void or to get some ass. Though both of these things may happen, I am doing this because I can and I want to. I’ve never been a Rico Suave or Don Juan but I too want to date a bunch of different women. All different races, shapes, and sizes. Variety is the spice of life. I want to go on 50 first dates, not like that stupid movie, but 50 different real dates. I want to go out with a JAP (Jewish American Princess) on Friday and a JAP (Japanese) on Saturday!!


Though I am not in a serious relationship life is pretty good these days. I have a good job, and great friends and family supporting me, and I live in the greatest city in the world. There’s all this cool shit I want to do in this city and I have no one to do it with so I am going to go out and find some people. There are people out there who are date-a-holics, active daters, etc, and I just want to see what that’s like. I want to meet some new people, some Ms. Wrongs, and maybe Mrs. Right. I’m just out to have some fun. Maybe I will refine what little game I have. Maybe I'll develop some. The “no game” game or WYSIWYG (what you see is what you get) has worked thus far but maybe old dogs can learn some new tricks.


I kind of already put the wheels in motion. Most of this I wrote a few weeks ago. First I started with the method that requires the least effort. The internet. Some people may frown upon this but screw them. It’s the year 2006. Get with the program. There is a super large dating pool of women I have never met that I can access with ease at my finger tips. Everyone knows it's tough meeting people out at in the real world, and most real connections are made through friends of friends. For now, I have exhausted that. So I’m cool with the internet, but if you guys know any singles looking to meet new people send ‘em my way. I am the super-dater. Well I will be. So anyways, Being the lazy jew that I am I started with the free shit like Craigslist and MySpace. Shit was ghetto. I MySpaced with a girl for a bit and it turns out she was on my kickball team, and there are no attractive girls on my kickball team. Now I can’t even go to kickball. Craiglist is even worse. It’s like going fishing without bait. From what I gather it's all creeps sending chicks pictures of their wangs anyways.


So I will now treat with a little known story. This probably belongs on my old blog but it somehow never made it on there. One day a year or two ago at my old job, I was so bored at work I went on Craigslist with the sole intention of meeting a girl. I found some ad for a jewish girl who wanted to meet a jewish guy and chat online. So we talked for a few days while I was at work. Then we talked on the phone for a bit. It’s always a little exciting in the beginning. The nervous energy could be intoxicating. Anyways we decided we should meet. We setup a code. We met for a drink and we if we liked each other we would go out for dinner. Well we met and she was nothing to write home to mom about. She had “more to love” if you know what I am saying. But we had a few drinks and chatted. She was real smart, and became a lawyer at 25. After about 2 martinis I was like WTF lets do it, and I asked her to dinner. We went out to dinner, had a pretty nice time, and made out for a little bit after. A few weeks later we a had 2nd date and hooked up again. By that time it was clear that we weren’t on the same page. I am a spur of the moment type guy and she was a plan in advance type gal. We tried to make plans and it never happened. Eventually I just ceased trying to get in touch. So… I did it once and that means I am capable of doing it again.


So two days ago I plunked down 35 bones and joined JDate. The quality of women skyrocketed compared to CL and MySpace. Well MySpace has a lot of interesting and attractive chicks but it’s more of a people watching thing for me, as most people aren’t necessarily looking to meet people through that venue just more so reconnect with old people, and see all weirdos that are around. So after toying with this JooDate site for a combined maybe 3 hours I have 3 dates, and 2-3 chicks that want to talk and get to know me better, possibly date, etc. I even offended someone already. It’s ok though. She’s a republican. Plus she was sitting there talking to me with two of her right wing cronies. What a dork! We got to talking about the war in Iraq, and she told me had friends out there. I told her I felt sorry for them, and the conversation was over! In retrospect, I think I should have tried Match.com first. At this point, in my life I am not really looking to meet someone to settle down with, so I don’t know why I started with the nice jewish chicks that would please my parents. Now is when I can sample a variety of different ethnicities and backgrounds. Next month is Match.com month if I don’t meet someone I am interested in spending more time with, and after that it’s CatholicSingles.com!


I just want to make one disclaimer before I embark on my adventure. I am not at all trying to objectify women here. Nor I am I looking to write steamy sex reports. I’m just looking to meet some people and have some fun and report funny stories or not so funny if that’s the case. And maybe I will inspire some of my readers. If I can make the women of the world know that there are still some fun and cool guys out there and get some men to put themselves out there when the otherwise wouldn’t have, than I will feel successful even if my adventures in dating are a disaster.


So come aboard and stumble and bumble with me as I enter the dating fray. This weekend the adventure starts. Feel free to make comments, suggestions for dates, or introductions to new lady friends.


Cheers,

Z




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jz said...
Like I have said a thousand times...I think you should become a freelance writer. You have inspired me if I don’t come home with a Croatian lover (which would really please Mom & Dad) when I get back from vacation…no more procrastinating I will give jdate a shot as well. The Zomick’s will be in the dating pool.
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Dustin said...
You are too funny man. I knew there was a reason you skipped out on kickball - Dustin