Last night I met up with my female friend A. for dinner and we went to Three Seasons. I’d been there on several dates, including one with a Ph.D. candidate from Stanford who hypothesized that hot air rises “because hot air is lighter than gravity.”
I shit you not.
Anyway, this female friend has also struggled with the world of online dating. She quoted the last message she had bothered to read:
Shalom.
More if you write back.
Namaste.
“Is he a Hin-Jew?” I asked.
In reply, she shook her head–communicating 1 part ‘probably not’ and 9 parts ‘I give up.’
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