Dreidel was a Dud

So for the past couple weeks I've been chatting up with guy my friend Vero calls Dreidel. She's not that creative. He's Jewish. Oh didn't Passover start at sundown tonight? Mazeltov!

Dreidel jokes around too much. I'm all for a funny guy, but he would crack about everything; so much so, that we didn't really talk about ourselves. We just poked fun at people around us, at each other and at celebrities. It was fun, but the point of a date is to figure out if there's compatibility and if there is mutual agreement on what is desired. (A Romantic relationship, fun buddy, or friendship.)

All I knew at the end of the first date was that he didn't have a spine, which he admitted and I found a complete turn-off.

He was complaining how girls say they want nice guys, but dump him. I retorted that girls generally want a guy with a good head on his shoulders, but they tend not to have a stiff spine. They warble and run to momma, they are needy, they only love women who abuse them verbally. Dreidel flatly responded that he had no spine, then sipped his hot chocolate loaded with marshmallows.

I... wasn't sure if this guy was worth another shot, but felt to give him the benefit of the doubt. We went to Copacobana on Friday night. The food was amazing. The waiters were handsome and flirty. The hostess was attentive. Everyone was paying more attention to me than Dreidel was. He complained when I reached for the bill. 'It's more expensive than you think, you know.'

It was probably stupid of me to pay for it out of spite, but I did.

We went out for coffee and dessert after that. More yammering on about nonsense. He wouldn't stop staring at a plastic-faced woman. He wasn't acting like he was 32. He was acting like a nervous high school kid. It was frustrating.

At the end of the night, I didn't expect him to make a move considering how juvenile he was behaving and how I distanced myself. I was right. Instead he went into this tyrade of excuses why he wasn't sure whether to kiss a girl or not at the end of the night. Apparently dating was new to him since he had just gotten out of  a 5-year relationship in October.

Why the fuck is he on eHarmony then?

I stuck out my hand and said 'thank you.'

He clumsily threw himself forward and gave me a hug.

I waved him off as I walked into my place at 2am.

And I fell face-first into my pillows.

Note: Falling face-first into pillows hurts if you're wearing glasses. It also is not an ideal method of suicide.