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Ben Baruch, the creator of the ShaBot ShaBlog (as well as of the robot-based comic strip ShaBot 6000) recently found himself rejoining JDate after a long absence. (We’ve all been there, ‘bot.) He noticed, as we all have, the site’s shiny new packaging; in addition to the HotListing option (which he notes, must be broken), he notes: “There is also a quirky Instant Message system that apparently allows you to send a one-way message to another member while you sit and stare at the screen for a long time, but get no response. It’s good fun.”

But Ben’s having some trouble with communication. Not from his end. The boy can write, and tries to connect with women whose profiles he finds appealing: “I try to show genuine interest by composing highly personalized messages instead of resorting to a generic stock letter. My sorrowfully ineffective method has been to start with a humorous reference to their profile, to show I was actually paying attention.”

That’s what we want, right, ladies? A guy who’s read our profile and is smart/witty enough to craft an intelligent/humorous response? So what’s the problem? Is it that he lives in Brooklyn? Are his jokes too clever? Too sarcastic? Do JDate ladies hear the word “cartoonist” and think “unemployed, living in mom’s basement”? Or are none of the women he’s written to actually paying members? Or maybe it’s that all of his essays seem to be in the approval queue at Customer Care…

I give up. Ladies, if you’ve gotten an email from this man, do us all a favor and respond. Thank you.

Recently, I had more than one conversation about “types,” as in “s/he’s not my type.” In this context, it’s not about “I only like hedge fund managers” (although sometimes it is). When you say “type”, it’s all about physical type. “I like blond guys,” or “I like thin girls,” or “I’m not attracted to Sephardi men,” or “I’m into petite women.”

Thinking about my past relationships, I am unable extrapolate a single type. I’m sure that my single sisters do have “types” of guys they’d prefer to date, like an Amazon wishlist of items they’ve ranked in order of which they’d like to receive first. But it’s only men who I’ve heard say, “well, she’s not really my type, so I don’t think I’ll call/write/email/contact/go out with her.”

Before you men get your Brokeback Mountain Underoos in a bunch, let me say that there were one or two JDate profiles/blog entries by men that pissed me off inspired this post, and I acknowledge (as I did above, hello…) that women do it too. But I began wondering if maybe men (and ok, women too) need to be a little more flexible about physical type. Especially when considering a first conversation or a first meeting.

What do you guys think? Can we be attracted to people of varying physical types or are people really “set in type”?

To: The guy who sang “Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover” in the JDate chat room at midnight

From: JDaters Anonymous

Re: Your day job

Don’t quit it. But a gold medal for bravery, truly. Word to the wise…a cappella is not your genre. Try karaoke, you’ll like it…

/jda

An excerpt from my new JW column, titled “Forever Friends”:

[…] It’s not that platonic, opposite-sex relationships don’t exist. But they’re complicated. Some “Forever Friends” stick around, hoping patiently that their platonic pal will someday see the romantic light, but this may turn out to be a painful mistake. “It’s like dating a man who is already taken, hoping he’ll leave her for you — it’s not the healthiest of beginnings,” says Julia, 28.

Others find comfort in the rewards of solidly platonic friendships. “Once you grow closer to someone as a friend, the love you have grows more into a sibling type of love,” says Rachel, 24, “Soon you become so attached as friends that the attraction is almost completely forgotten. You end up knowing them so well it’s impossible to ‘like’ them any longer.”

Sometimes that works. But when yearning deepens, friendship becomes impossibly painful. Unless other romances intervene or the love-stricken party accepts the impossibility of progress, feelings can continue, leading to soulful declarations met by disappointing reaffirmations with parenthetical, unvocalized caveat counterparts: “I think you’re great (but not great enough for me),” “You’re going to make someone (else) very happy,” “I don’t deserve you (I deserve someone better),” and “You know we’re better as friends (so I don’t have
to tell you that I don’t think you’re all that attractive).”

Read more online, here.