I never imagined my life would come to this.
Tammi Fuller: But preparing to turn 50, alone, in a new town, WITHOUT my children, I needed to get a life.
So I signed up for JDate.
I was raised Jewish. My husband of 15 years was also a member of the Tribe. In general, I don't like whiny, Jewish men. But I figured if I was gonna do this, I might as well try it amongst my peeps.
I let my grown daughters choose the photos (and upload them, since I don't know how) and wrote up a profile that I thought best described me. Spontaneous, loyal, always up for adventure. Who is this, I wondered as I read and reread the clever way I described myself? But a lot of seemingly nice men took the bait.
I had not dated in a very long time. And I didn't feel pretty or skinny or adorable enough to be dating in Los Angeles, but shockingly, within a few days, my inbox was flooded. I don't have time for emails and phone calls, so I chose four men who seemed nice enough, and asked them all out for coffee. On the same day.
I'm told JDaters tend to use old pictures, so I wasn't even sure if the skinny old man in the first coffee shop was my first victim. After lingering in the coffee shop for a few minutes, I approached him to ask if he was Jonathan. I think he was, but apparently he didn't like the looks of me so after a long pause, he told me I must be mistaken. One down, three to go. As I drove away, I saw a young couple smooching in the parking lot and wondered if I would ever do that again ...
Gary was already seated at Starbucks when I arrived, so I didn't know he was 5'4" until we got up to leave, 20 minutes later. He was cute enough, but negative and apparently bitter from his recent divorce, so why didn't I have the nerve to tell him no when he asked if he could see me again?
Date number three was also a no-show. After yet ANOTHER nonfat vanilla latte, and a lot of laughs with my girlfriend/coaches over the phone, I headed to Nordstrom's for some retail therapy. I didn't want to leave to meet date #4, but something told me I should.
I got there first, and as I saw him approaching, I got a little nervous. He was cuter than his picture, and as we ordered iced tea, we kinda giggled. I think this is what chemistry feels like ... and before long we were engaged in vibrant, playful conversation. Two hours later, we were smooching in the parking lot.
Be careful what you wish for...