JDate.com: not your Bubbie's dating world anymore
Rebecca Sachs
Issue date: 9/11/08 Section: Op/Ed
As my ex-boyfriend was doing his own thing and I was doing mine this past summer, I had the time to sit with my thoughts and emotions. After what felt like five minutes, feelings of loneliness and self-loathing set up camp and began to make s'mores of self-doubt and pity.
When the ex had another girl sleep over at his house, I was struck with inspiration. I'll ask you one question: what is a heartbroken Jewish girl of twenty to do when frat parties aren't readily available (or, as available as they are going to be-I am talking about Muhlenberg here?) One word: JDate.com (A Jewish dating site). The kosher marshmallows and chocolate were looking more ooey-gooey and delicious already.
I-or, let's be honest, my mom-paid the forty dollar monthly subscription, I created my username, embellished my qualities a bit (just a teeny bit-I mean, I am selling myself), and had my friend snap an innocent-looking picture of me. All I had to do was wait.
Eight hours later, I rose from bed and signed on. I already had messages! Eat it up, self-doubt. You're peacin' outta here!
With the exception of a couple of-for lack of a better word-creepy e-mails from men much older than myself (it would be another article in itself), I found some boys my Bubbie (Grandma in Yiddish) would be proud to call one of her kindah (children).
After speaking with one person in particular every day for about a week, I met up with him at Barnes and Noble, for nothing is more telling about a person than books. After a gander through the Bargain Books and Judaica sections, I realized the spark wasn't there. We said our goodbyes, and two weeks later I unsubscribed. I had lost faith in this shallow game of dating.
About a week ago, however, the campers were back, s'more ingredients in hand…and so was JDate. When down, it's the perfect distraction. So I got rid of it a month ago, but I'm trying to think about it in a new light. Yes, I'm in college. Yes, I'm only twenty-years-old. All I want to say to you skeptics out there is the following: my chances of meeting somebody have doubled-I get to look at more boys! And my age? It's like my Bubbie says: I'm young. I should have fun. It's not Bubbie's dating world anymore. This is my way of having fun!
And who knows? You never know when self-doubt and self-pity are going to pack up their graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey's for good, for the big bad bear I call my future husband may be on this website, and will scare the crap out of them forever. They will never again set up camp on my grounds, and I will have JDate to thank.
When the ex had another girl sleep over at his house, I was struck with inspiration. I'll ask you one question: what is a heartbroken Jewish girl of twenty to do when frat parties aren't readily available (or, as available as they are going to be-I am talking about Muhlenberg here?) One word: JDate.com (A Jewish dating site). The kosher marshmallows and chocolate were looking more ooey-gooey and delicious already.
I-or, let's be honest, my mom-paid the forty dollar monthly subscription, I created my username, embellished my qualities a bit (just a teeny bit-I mean, I am selling myself), and had my friend snap an innocent-looking picture of me. All I had to do was wait.
Eight hours later, I rose from bed and signed on. I already had messages! Eat it up, self-doubt. You're peacin' outta here!
With the exception of a couple of-for lack of a better word-creepy e-mails from men much older than myself (it would be another article in itself), I found some boys my Bubbie (Grandma in Yiddish) would be proud to call one of her kindah (children).
After speaking with one person in particular every day for about a week, I met up with him at Barnes and Noble, for nothing is more telling about a person than books. After a gander through the Bargain Books and Judaica sections, I realized the spark wasn't there. We said our goodbyes, and two weeks later I unsubscribed. I had lost faith in this shallow game of dating.
About a week ago, however, the campers were back, s'more ingredients in hand…and so was JDate. When down, it's the perfect distraction. So I got rid of it a month ago, but I'm trying to think about it in a new light. Yes, I'm in college. Yes, I'm only twenty-years-old. All I want to say to you skeptics out there is the following: my chances of meeting somebody have doubled-I get to look at more boys! And my age? It's like my Bubbie says: I'm young. I should have fun. It's not Bubbie's dating world anymore. This is my way of having fun!
And who knows? You never know when self-doubt and self-pity are going to pack up their graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey's for good, for the big bad bear I call my future husband may be on this website, and will scare the crap out of them forever. They will never again set up camp on my grounds, and I will have JDate to thank.