I sensed it was coming, felt it in my joints like a coming storm. I know JDate’s bad for me, but I decided to give him one more chance. I even paid his way back into my life. Why? Because of a tricky little hope that flickers within me, threatening to extinguish itself. Rather than smother the smallness of that entity bigger than an ember and less sturdy than a flame, I decided once more to nurture it, to really give it a go.

Even after becoming violently ill after viewing one of the profiles, I decided to give it one more chance. It’s an experiment of site and self, and if nothing else, fodder for my creativity. But primarily, I’m hoping for a couple of dates with guys who have a social clue and a sense of humor, and who aren’t completely averse to Jewish practice in some form (I know it’s JDate, but you’d be surprised).

So you see, hope springs eternal. Or for at least another month.