Archive for June, 2004

One of my readers copied me on this letter she sent to JDate. Her issue with them is that she feels their claim to have a certain number of members is misleading, since any number of those “members” are actually “profiles” and not paying members who could view your emails, were you to contact them…

Dear JDate:

J.

Agree? Disagree? Discuss.

Huh? I feel the same way. Aryeh Pamensky, an Orthodox rabbi from Toronto, conducts a dating workshop in NYC next week. A friend told me that Pamensky is hilarious, but this article in the Jewish Week highlights his approach and not his humor (IMHO).

He says that people who “date for fun” are developing skills that will not result in a long-lasting relationship, or that will destroy a relationship that results from a dating-for-fun scenario.

I think “dating for marriage” is too much pressure. My feeling is that maybe one can “date for fun,” then like them sufficiently that they find it worthwhile to spend the time working through relationship issues (intimacy, long-term compatibility, commitment etc) and end up dating that person for marriage. I wouldn’t like to eliminate the fun, flat-out. That’s been my major issue all along, that none of my recent dating experiences have been any fun. If Pamensky were universally righ, I might as well marry someone boring right now.

But no one approach works for everyone. That much is clear. And Pamensky’s addressing a very religious audience, so their concerns and approaches are somewhat different from those of more modern/secular daters.

What do you think?

Do me a favor. Kill me. Kill me now. Before I have to read one more profile with a moronic header.

It would seem like common sense. You use JDate, you know how your profile appears. So why shirk the instinct to be interesting? Why, when your profile appears as “David, 34, New York City,” do you begin the opening statement of said profile with “Hi! My name is David, I’m 34 and live in New York City!”

Then there’s MORELATERMORELATERMORELATER. That means you couldn’t come up with 100 characters to describe yourself. Modesty aside, we can all find 100 characters to describe ourselves. If you truly cannot talk about yourself for at least 100 characters worth, why would I want to even read your paltry profile, let alone consent to talk to or eventually meet you?

Not enough for you to kill me? How about blinding me? So I don’t have to read any more of these mind-numbing profiles… Please?

Earlier this week, I posted that story about the guy who invoiced his date for her half of the dinner that they had on their date.

Even if the story and the names are true, I’m not going to conribute to the rumor mill. If the guy were a serial rapist, it might be a public service to make others aware of his nature, but this (his sending an invoice) is a poor choice that might have been meant as a joke…

Who among us has not been misconstrued in a letter or email we sent, where tone was not apparent, and a joke went unabsorbed? I know I’ve been a victim of this before, and therefore live in a glass house as far as this is concerned. Far be it from me to throw the first name.