Sunday Brunching for Schmooie

Schmooie, finding you is hard work! But you’d be very jealous if you knew what a fun weekend I had just last week. If you’ll recall, I got the attention of a Jewish French bachelor on Friday night a week ago. Then, Saturday was spent shopping (can’t resist a good sale at Steinmart). All this was followed on Sunday morning by brunch with a geeky guy who contacted me on that famous Jewish dating website. Saturday was just a breather from the Schmooie wanna-be sandwich. What I liked about the Sweet Geeky Guy on the famous Jewish dating site was that he made the initial contact with me. He went ahead and e-mailed me with a little about himself. He also e-mailed some very interesting questions such as: “what’s one thing I’d like people to know about me but am afraid to say to too many people,” and “describe what happened on the best day in your life.” I wondered if Sweet Geeky Guy was a seasoned pro at this online dating in asking such thought provoking questions. We e-mailed each other back and forth once or twice. He lives an hour and a half away, which in this cowboy state can feel like light-years away. However, this past Sunday, he had to be in town for a meeting. He asked if it was too forward to meet for brunch. I gotta admit, I loved this guy’s initiative. Everyone I’ve seen so far on that famous Jewish dating site appears to lack backbone. They don’t want to be men. They wait for the women to make the first move to contact them. I’m an old fashioned girl in a way. I want the man to step up, just saying. He wasn’t familiar with town, so I picked the meeting spot for a nice brunch.

I arrived at the place and stayed in the car. Heck, I didn’t want to be the early one. Then, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw what looked like the dude from his online picture wandering around somewhat anxiously on the patio. He was about an inch or two shorter than what he described, but that didn’t bother me much. I’m sure in his mind he was 5’8. Other than that, he looked exactly like his picture. He typed his e-mails in a really nerdy way, saying “let’s get together for coffee or somesuch.” Somesuch? Didn’t know anybody used such a word before. In person, he toned down the nerdy talk. He was much more nervous than me. Heck, what did I have to lose? I liked how hard he was trying to make a good impression. It was endearing. We have the same taste in music and grew up in similar Jewish backgrounds, which is a plus. The down side is his political views and his finicky eating behavior. He had to have a soy chai latte. He only ate half of his portabella mushroom sandwich. In a way, he was cute, but in a way, I felt like the man at the table. Still, he was a nice guy and if we didn’t live so far away from each other, I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. I can’t say that I’d ever want to kiss him, but I’d hang around him again at any rate. Schmooie, he may not be you, but you could definitely learn a thing or two from him. He may be Geeky, but he was sweet and had initiative.