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forth between his hands. “And…I don’t know. Two years is a long time to be single and not dating, but I’ve got to be honest, I’ve never been a huge dater . I like to meet someone and hang out, at work or a party or whatever, and just see where it goes.
    “I love this job, and it brings me in contact with LOADS of women. Journalists, athletes, hot girls in the liquor company t-shirts—which reminds me, I want to thank the good people at Captain Morgan for sponsoring the website this week.”
    He put down the ball and held up a bottle of Captain Morgan Rum, grinning at the camera. This part had always been the hardest for him: he felt a little smarmy promoting his sponsors. But he pictured Aaron and Max standing behind the camera, laughing with him. Pretending his best guy friends were in the room made the videos feel authentic, just guys hanging out.
    “Anyway. I adore those women, and they are fun to be around. But women I work with are mostly either married, lesbians, or—no offense, ladies—too young to know their asses from a hole in the ground. I always say that sports are all about the fundamentals, and dating is no different. Before you can think about chemistry and love, the basics have to be there.”
    “So let’s talk fundamentals.” Dave picked up his portable whiteboard and drew circles to create a Venn diagram. “Here’s smart, here’s pretty, and here’s available.” There was a decent overlap of these three circles in the middle, to which he added two more solid circles.
    “Take away lesbians and batshit crazy, and you’re left with this area here. Add a circle here because they have to be okay with my divorce and love my kid.” Not to mention, he thought, anyone I date would eventually have to deal with Debbie .
    He waved the marker over the tiny white space in the middle of the circles. “From this already exceptional number, I have to find someone Jewish—and yeah, sorry, that’s a deal-breaker for me. I know not everyone will understand, but it is.
    “We Jews make up like one and a half percent of the population, so…” He made a show of squinting at the tiny space in the middle of the whiteboard. “The chances of meeting someone by happenstance who meets all these criteria, I won’t burden you with equations, but it’s a freaking small number.”
    He put down the whiteboard, resting it against his legs off-camera. “I can’t be alone in this. Come on guys, is it me? Or is dating really, really hard in your thirties? Are there other Jewish guys having this same challenge? Do you change your standards, let your mom set you up, do speed dating at the temple? I’d love to hear from people of other faiths if you struggle with this, too. Is it hard to date if you’re...I don’t know, Mormon? Or Sikh?”
    He hesitated, and then added, “What do you think, should I follow my daughter’s advice and try J-Date? I’m going to be honest: the whole online dating thing scares the crap out of me. I’ve heard those sites can be one big can of crazy.”
    He picked up the ball again, tossing it lightly. “I’d love to hear success stories, too, if they’re out there. I’m not looking to get remarried, not by any stretch of the imagination. I just want to meet some nice women with potential.”
    Dave signed off, stopped the camera and retrieved a second beer from the mini-fridge. He rolled the word “deal-breaker” around in his mind as he transferred the video to the computer for posting. Strange though it might seem to his fans and readers, who could easily have missed the one or two mentions per year of his Judaism, it was such an integral part of his identity that he couldn’t imagine dating anyone who wasn’t Jewish.
    Part of it was his family: Dave’s younger brother Andrew had made the mistake of bringing a sweet little Presbyterian girl home for Thanksgiving in college, and their parents still talked about it as though he’d brought home a prostitute in a pink