LOVE IT…you need to write a book, script, something. More people need to read your stuff…you are hilarious. I LOVE reading your “written word.”

Love, mom

What mom said.
I know you have lots of links and refs to other dating-related sites, but I think you’ve cornered the market on hysterical stories and observations.
Listen to your mama.

Is the dating scene that bad in California these days? Oh well I hope you get lucky one of these days and find the man of your dreams.

Love “likes matzo ball soup.”

But the big question is this — will you sign off of someone who likes the soup, but has the carrots removed before serving?

Pauly, that would be fine and in fact work out well, because I will eat his carrots.

i agree with mom

thank you david and michael. let Hilary know that mom is right at least some of the time!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would bet my life on this one…o talented one!!

Love you, mom

This post is funny!
Also… at 30 probably hard pressed to find a jewish guy that isn’t at least starting to get bald! haha good old jewish genes! bald is beautiful.

OK here is actually my serious take on this. My background: married for eighteen years; five years with a guy who smelled so sexy to me he practially made me fall on the floor, but who was an incorrigible philanderer; several more years doing personals dating. I discovered my overwhelming proclivity for falling in love with guys who were remote and unstable while spurning guys who were reliable.

I’ve now spent four years in a medium-distance (6 hour drive) relationship with a guy who is

very decent
very reliable
JEWISH! little did I know when I was dating those goyim how much I missed this. My guy is a red-diaper baby who never got any religious vibe from his atheist rabble-rousing parents but they made him a good man with pleasingly radical ideas

but this guy is:
such a straight man
very predictable
a great emailer but boring on the phone
not beautiful

i have waffled about this guy for every week of these four years. He’s about to be able to move nearer. But I’m not in love with him! He’s not a hotty! (But he’s learned, slowly but surely, to please me in bed) But he’s not rib-achingly funny! (But he thinks I am)

Gradually I believe I am persuading myself that wild romance is over-rated at least for me (the most passion has always come with the most misery) and that a guy who has done EVERYTHING he said he’d do, and been unceasingly there for me for four years, is quite a find.

Afraid though that I will smell a guy who smells so good somewhere again some day and will follow him like he’s the Pied Piper.

Very funny list, Hilary!

TM