Some girlfriends and I have gotten into a routine for our Saturday nights. We get dressed, casually. Go to sushi, then go to the bar with the free candy. Its a great plan and will likely happen again tonight, although we have been saying all week that we would change it up. I doubt that will happen, its just so convenient, and the bar scene at the sushi place is hot. Last week we went and Feathers struck up a convo with a guy (who is aware of this blog btw- so I have to be careful). See? Great bar scene. Man, I wish he didn't know about the HB. The night was looking to be a great one, we left sushi and went to the candy- with new guy in tow. Sadly, candy bar was out of candy, what what WHAT?!?! I had gotten the last blow pop, which really isn't a candy, its gum. Gum and candy are totally different food categories.
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| Candy |
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| Gum- pretending to be candy |
I was sitting at the bar and feath came over to the guy next to me, she said "you're cute, she (me) is cute, you should talk." So we did. I found out he is 27 (of course), in school (of course) and we shared hobbies of watching television, drinking, and 'eating sandwiches'. In fact, he had one made and suggested we go outside of the bar to eat it. I was already getting drunk, and he possessed many of the traits I look for in a guy so I said yes. He kept trying to make out with me at the bar so I was happy to walk outside to eat. While outside, feath and new guy came out, they started making out by a fence and a friend we knew strolled along to the bar as all of this was happening. It was quite a scene. I kept fending off my new friend, I didn't want to make out with him. We went back in the bar, he went to the bathroom and I bolted. I still had my wits about me and knew I could make it home alone safely. I bid feath and new guy adieu and jetted while 27 year old was in the bathroom. I am very proud of myself for taking control of the situation. So this is a typical night for us. nice right?
Back to okcupid. As I mentioned I have been getting a bit of attention (from many weird nerds) on there and agreed to meet some. One guy liked the way I wrote with "elegance and wit" and suggested drinking a bottle of wine together right off the bat. Also he's a rabbi, and owns a tv, how could I say no?
Name: Rabbi (duhh)
Age: 31
Date 1: same wine bar I went to with t-rex. I was hoping they wouldn't remember me.
Rabbi is short. He was dressed really nicely. He is from Canada and is a rabbi at a synagogue in Halifax. A cool metropolitan city on the northeast coast of Canada. I learned this on the date. I had SO many questions about being a rabbi, and how do you decide what type of rabbi to become, and where to go to rabbinical school, and how you can eat in a non-kosher wine bar and why did he chose to go to school in the US. All sorts of stuff. Rabbi was really interesting. He loves to salsa dance and does it about twice a week, while sober. He used to figure skate, has never eaten shellfish, only ate pork once in his life, is a big hockey fan, and he liked my big gold necklace (remember the Vespa guy? this is a hit with the super Jews).
We ordered a bottle of wine, as promised, and a flatbread pizza. I had to tell him about my allergy but figured it was fine bc we couldn't get milk and meat on the pizza anyways. He didn't care. He asked me a lot of questions too. He asked about my grandparents, and if I was close with them (this seems like a very rabbi-ish question to ask), asked about my Jewish upbringing, another rabbi question. I didn't tell him that I don't regularly go to synagogue on the high holidays (or ever) or that I came up with the great name of this blog while sitting in services while thinking about how I looked a little too skank for shul, or that I love pork and shrimp and would totally eat a cheeseburger if I could.
I actually had a really good time on the date. We never ran out of conversation. I let him touch my knee a few times, he smelled nice.
After the date (2 hours, my max) he walked me home. He lives one block away from me. Not about a block or close by, he lives pretty much around the corner, and frequents some of the same spots I do. This is not a particularly good thing. We kissed a little outside my building and I went home. He texted me later that I was a delight. This was nice to hear since I felt like a cow. I am not totally feeling rabbi, but i would go out with him again just because he is interesting. I have no intention of ever moving to Canada, or becoming a religious Jew who regularly goes to services so I don't think it would ever work out.
Rabbi texted me the day after our date to ask if I wanted to watch the baseball game. I did, but not with him, not the next day. That was too soon for me but it was nice of him to ask and I thought it was cute that he took the risk of asking me out again so soon. I haven't heard from him since, which is ok, but now I am afraid to walk down his block or that I will see him out while on one of my many trysts with the men I meet. not very kosher.
You probably noticed- I figured out how to add pictures to this thing. game changer.
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