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I know too many beautiful, brilliant single Jewish women in their 30s and 40s.
Most single women in Los Angeles go through dry spells -- a few weeks without a date, a couple months without a boyfriend, a season without some action. But how many Southland women go years without a man's touch and confess to it publicly? In her new book "The Curse of the Singles Table, A True Story of 1001 Nights Without Sex," Santa Monica resident Suzanne Schlosberg talks about her long winter and spring and summer and fall, and winter again, and spring again and, well, her long, lonely time.
"There was no end in sight," said Schlosberg, who spent more than three and a half years going on dozens of first dates, but almost never a second. "The streak started to take on a life of its own."
What nice Jewish girl hasn't heard this from her mother: "You should meet a nice Jewish boy!"
My mom was no different.
She would constantly urge me, "Go to synagogue. A Jewish mixer. Or a Shabbat dinner. That's where you'll meet lots of nice Jewish men."
But I never cared for organized events. I prefer to meet my men through more everyday-casual-maybe-it-will-happen situations, which is how I met Carl.
I was at a party in Sunset Plaza recently where a woman walked over to me and accused: "Could you leave some for the rest of us?"
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