J-Date Turns Jewish Man Anti-Semitic
LOS ANGELES - In October 2006, David Birnbaum, a 30 year old marketing manager, joined Jdate.com, a popular Jewish dating site. Mr. Birnbaum, a Jew, did so to silence his mother’s ruthless deconstruction of all his non-Jewish girlfriends. The sound of her voice in his head eventually ruined all of those relationships. “You call this a girl?” “What kind of face is that?” “What’s with those thighs? Like tree trunks. Feh.” Then after three months of dating only Jews, Mr. Birnbaum quit his synagogue, shaved his head, and gave the keynote address at a Holocaust denial conference in Iran. Like most of Mr. Birnbaum’s accomplishments, this quest began with a subconscious disdain for his mother. It was punctuated by her persistent, empty threat, “I’m not gonna live forever, Bubaleh.” Like Ahab and Moby-Dick, Birnbaum took to the internet to hunt his mythical creature, the nice Jewish girl. While specific traits are said to vary, the Unabridged Oy to Oy-Vey Dictionary defines “nice Jewish girl” as “a bride who proudly inherits her mother-in-law’s nagging and emasculation duties.”
Mr. Birnbaum could sense the desperation in his parents. “At one point, I knew they’d be happy with anyone with some combination of ten fingers or toes and little to no evidence of retardation,” he admitted. “As long as she could stop drooling long enough to make latkes or remove that creepy gelatin off the Gefilte fish, they’d throw us the biggest wedding this side of Mumbai.”
It was during J-Date’s sign-up process that Mr. Birnbaum began feeling uncomfortable. He had tried Match.com and Yahoo Personals, but never encountered a mandatory financial portfolio section. “It was integrated with Quicken, TurboTax, and Microsoft Money,” he added.
“Right after J-Date validated my W-2’s, the first girl I e-mailed sent me a detailed ‘Notice of Incompatibility’,” he recalled. “She thought we shouldn’t date because I’m a growth investor and she’s into bonds and livestock futures. She then proceeded to critique my 401K allocations.”
Gary Schwartz, a friend and fellow online dater, suggested that Mr. Birnbaum use his Starbucks Strategy. “You meet for coffee. If you like each other, get together again,” advised Mr. Schwartz. “If not, you don’t waste three hours and $90 on a total stranger who has a very loose interpretation of ‘Athletic and Toned’.”
“It was a good plan,” remembered Mr. Birnbaum, as he doodled a swastika on the sleeve of his hospital gown. “The coffee thing didn’t work once. Jewish girls are far too crafty and powerful. It’s like they were genetically engineered to only go out on Saturday nights. About half would order the lobster or some rare truffle found by pregnant pigs. Mostly, to prove they were worth the money.”
Mr. Birnbaum spent months dating Barbara Streisand look-alikes, learning the nuances of diamond clarity, and deconstructing why he’s not a doctor. When he did manage to get a word in, it was his salary. His bank account was depleted, he was fresh out of Matzo jokes, and his calm demeanor had cracked. “Why would she keep saying ‘milchik’ instead of ‘milk’? Why not just milk? Why?” he screamed.
An attendant ran in to inject Mr. Birnbaum with a mild sedative.
Things went from bad to worse. Mr. Birnbaum was fired from his job and lost touch with his friends. He just sat in his apartment listening to German Industrial band Rammstein with songs like “Gefilte Fist”, “Blintz-kreig” and “Kashrut of All Evil”. Inspired, Mr. Birnbaum joined an Aryan kickball league, pledged his life savings to Jerry Lewis’s Hezbollah-thon on Channel 9, and underwent foreskin reconstruction surgery.
Finally, his parents intervened and committed their son to a mental health facility. Doctors believe a full recovery is possible, as long as Mr. Birnbaum sticks to a steady diet of bagels and lox with low doses of French and Brazilian girls.
- by faktorial.com – where French and Brazilian girls go to meet eligible Jewish men
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7 Comments:
That was outrageously funny!
Is this based on a recent experience? I recently tried the online
dating thing and some people definitely have a loose definition of
"athletic" "petite" "in shape" and "stunningly attractive."
I got this idea when a friend of mine met a girl online. He wasn't
particularly interested, but she refused to meet for coffee or during the
week. She looked like Streisand. The rest was my experience &
imagination.
I learned some rules that will help you filter out those liars. Here
goes:
1) A woman over 32 has like 10 years of pictures to choose from, so
make sure they look recent and assume the one where she and her body look
worst are the most recent...you know the one where her arms look like
meat wings.
2) Do not ever go out with a woman with less than 3-4 photos one of
which MUST show her body. If not, assume she's hiding something and is a
mess. Women take tons of photos, so if she couldn't find a few she
liked...
3) If there is no clear face shot or it's distorted, assume bad skin or a beard.
4) Avoid meeting for full on dates or long phone conversations or
email exchanges. Just meet for coffee and get it over with fast and
painless.
5) Beware of women over 30 who are hot and still single. They are
crazy. You may not see it right away, but there's a reason every guy ran for the hills.
Good luck!
very humorous - but any Jew worth his (kosher) salt knows that Streisand spells it "Barbra"
Unlike some of your other musings (or whatever the word is), is this all from personal experience???? I happen to have some success with matchmaking (although my last success was about 20 years ago!), so let me know if you should be added to my repetoire.
Thanks for the offer, Matchmaker! I'm not a huge fan of set-ups. Usually what I'm looking for and the monsters people think I'm looking for are very different. ;-)
This was a fictionalized account of a friend who met a Jewish girl online. He tried to meet her for coffee, but she wouldn't let him. She insisted on meeting on a Saturday at a pricey West Side restaurant. I joked that she's far too powerful for him. The rest was my devious mind.
Great!
Those are excellent points. So far, I've had pretty good experiences.
The return on investment has actually been better than being married.
It's probably because I'm so hot I need to beat them off with a stick
and don't need to buy dinner.
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