Every now and then I speculate about what would be a good place to go on a date. Generally I think something is a wonderful idea until someone actually takes me there.
I once suggested mini golf was a great way to see how a guy competes while having fun and moving around. Well, once I hit the course I discovered that it’s kinda hard to golf and talk at the same time. Moreover, what does it tell you about a guy when he offers to let you cheat? Or when he insists on keeping score wrong, which ultimately lets you win by about 2 points? Probably nothing. Life is too complicated for theory.
Then there was the Barnes and Noble date. I’ve been on two. When I called it a wonderful place to hang with a gentleman, I forgot how awkwardly you bend to look at books on shelves that aren’t yours. Also, that most guys don’t cover the same literature that girls cover. Which is to say, he doesn’t recognize a single book in the children’s section except Tintin, and nothing in the adults except softcover-only sci-fi novels with the author’s name splashed across most of the cover in raised neon letters while battle machines duke it out below, and the title nowhere obvious. And then there’s the fact that there are books that neither of you are going to read (or admit to reading) or want to discuss:
“So… diet cookbooks… Do you diet? Oh look! Self-help manuals! Ever tried those? And check it out: Dating for Dummies, The Ultimate Guide to Relationships, and How to Get the Girl. How about we each grab a couple and do some reading? The Kama Sutra Guide to… um, next section?”
So yeah. Being surrounded by wonderful books doth not a wonderful date make.
So, it is with greater hesitation that I suggest another dating locale.
I am a goal-oriented person. I enjoy getting things done, and I enjoy things that have purpose. Sitting in a dark but ritzy lounge and sipping a $5 water only satisfies me in as much as I’m pursuing the goal of getting hitched. But let’s face it: most dates are a huge waste of time. If only we could do something constructive! Oh, and something that involves moving. I’m not so big on sitting still either.
Which was why I complained to someone (I forget who, raise your hand to get credit) that Yad Eliezer doesn’t have a warehouse around here. Way back in seminary, some very fun evenings were spent dashing about the Yad Eliezer warehouse filling boxes. There are many exciting activities involved.
First, you have to make the box. This can be a social and competitive activity, as you both work side-by-side to knock the flat cardboard into shape. Then you have to fill the boxes. Less communication, more casual one-liners as you pass. Finally, you tape them up and survey your work. You grab the cokes you stashed in the fridge beforehand and watch them stack your boxes while you sip. At the end of the night, even if you decide that you can’t stand each other, you’ve done something useful.
So, this person pointed out that, although we don’t have Yad Eliezer, we do have Tomchei Shabbos. I have no idea how Tomchei Shabbos works, so I can’t recommend it as a dating locale. But I was wondering, does anyone else know?