Abigail in Love (Maybe)

Why Did I Insist We See a Holocaust Movie on a Date Again????

In retrospect, the Holocaust documentary for Date #2 maybe wasn't such a good idea.

I mean, I’m becoming a caricature of myself.

Taking a Chance at Love

“Do me a favor, Abby,” said my girlfriend to me as we had a little snacky-snack on Emek Refaim a few hours before Shabbat.

“Just give the next guy a chance. Whoever he is…”

When it Comes to Love, How Important Are Credentials?

I’m a sucker for a good, old fashioned egghead.

You know, the kind of man who would never play the romantic lead in the movies, on account of the fact that he is too lanky and bespectacled and introverted.

Maybe I Will Marry the Cab Driver's Son

The cabbie was asleep at the wheel.

Or so he looked when I slid into his car idling in the hotel driveway and waved goodbye to my visiting girlfriend.

If I Lie About My Age On Jdate Will I Still Get Into Olom Ha'Ba?

I never thought I'd stoop this low.

But I sorta, kinda shaved a few years off my age on my Jdate profile. Which is another way of saying, I’m a liar.

It's not my fault. Really, it isn't. Because now that I am over 35, and inching closer to 40, in the world of online dating that renders me persona non grata.

Singing the Lonesome Blues

If one more Israeli asks me “Did you come here alone?” and then reacts with absolute shock and disbelief when I answer in the affirmative, well, I will just have to throw myself into the Hudson river and call it a day.

Wait a minute.

I will throw myself into the Jordan river, if only I knew where that was, exactly. Near Aroma?

The Beauty of the "Non-Date" Date

It's funny how different hanging out as "friends" versus hanging out as "potential life partners" (no pressure, ahem!) can be.

Which is another way of saying, I couldn't stand the guy on our official date.

But when he invited me over for a glass of wine for a "non date date," he suddenly didn't seem so bad. He even seemed sort of good. And except for the nasty smell emanating from somewhere in his apartment (blech!), I might have even been open to him.

Love Advice on the New Jersey Transit

I didn’t mean to tell the lady sitting across from me on the NJ Transit to Newark Airport my whole love story, but maybe that’s what happened.

All I said was I was headed back to Israel and perhaps mentioned that I came to New York to test out a romance.

And, well, is it my fault that when I told her how I had spent a lovely and intense five days with a certain someone, that even though it was very sweet and nice, in the end he could not tell me whether he felt we should continue.

Has My Dating Life Become 'Friday the 13th Revisited?'

“You know when you’re watching a horror film and the girl is about to head into the shed because she forgot her sweater? And you’re sitting there watching the whole thing and cringing, saying, ‘No, no, no!! Just don’t go into that shed! Just forget about your sweater!’”

“Well, that’s how I feel when I read your dating columns.”

This from a friend whom I saw at a party on the Upper West Side. Which is another way of saying, this is the first I had heard of the “Abby as singles’ horror columnist” before.

Am I Still a Dating Optimist if I throw Away All of My Dating Books?

“I’m just feeling so happy and optimistic about my dating life,” I told my friend as big, fat tear drops splattered onto my cheeks.

I had just finished reading the very sunny dating book, Meeting Your Half-Orange: An Utterly Upbeat Guide to Using Dating Optimism To Find Your Perfect Match” by Amy Spencer, and I was feeling, well, Utterly Dejected.

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