Singles

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 On the off chance that you haven't seen my article about interfaith dating in our annual special section Directions, which this year is on the theme of "Singles," I offer you this link.

Singles Of A Certain Age

For those 40 and above, balancing independence and loneliness.

Special To The Jewish Week
12/07/2010

Andrew Schiff likes his independence, he says — especially the ability to see friends according on his own schedule and to pursue his many interests and passions, which include baseball and music.

But the 42-year-old resident of the Upper East Side feels lonely at times and hopes to find a partner and raise children — a realization that often strikes him when he leaves his apartment and notices happy couples.

Singles Of A Certain Age

Can Bad Dates Make Good Theater?

Four women writers turn their adventures in singledom into Off-Broadway plays.

Special To The Jewish Week
12/07/2010

On the Off-Broadway stage these days, the date’s the thing. The Jewish date, that is.

In a quirk of theater programming (and perhaps a collective indictment of the Jewish singles scene, or at least Jewish men), no fewer than four plays of late — all by Jewish women — mine the dating lives of their authors. And they expose some of raw nerves that make dating such a sensitive proposition these days: the pull and peril of online dating, the obstacle posed by religious differences and the thorny issue of Jewish identity.

Rachel Evans, below, “Jew Wish”

All It Takes Is One

Managing Editor
12/07/2010

With its size and sizzle, New York is a singles paradise. Here, grazing your shoulder on the packed 1 train; there, peering at you from behind a folded Times in line at the Angelika, a soul mate calls. Multiply that close encounter by — what? — a million. A gambler — or a single guy or gal — would take those odds.

A Singles Columnist Walks Off In Her Cute Shoes

11/30/2010
Special To The Jewish Week

‘I’ve got two weeks to find me a boyfriend,” I told my friend as we slurped our soup, hunched over the counter of the kubeh bar in the shuk, all the while keeping our eyes on the sundry stream of characters parading by.

Which is another way of saying, my days as a singles columnist were rapidly coming to an end — not because I found myself the near-sighted, stoop-shouldered, multilingual Jewish genius of my dreams.

Sigh! I should be so lucky!

Abigail Pickus

Does Anyone Else Want My Autograph?

“Are you the Abigail Pickus who writes the singles’ column for the Jewish Week?”

Which is another way of saying, Yes I am!

Which is yet another way of saying, here I was at a party in Tel Aviv, nestled on the couch next to some girlfriends when all of a sudden who approaches but a fan?

Fans, actually, because there were two of them. A husband and wife team.

Which is all another way of saying, I practically threw myself into their arms, weeping with joy.

I didn’t even know anyone was reading me.

The Chicago Blues Tour

11/02/2010
Special To The Jewish Week

‘Going on a whirlwind, round the world tour?” the mover asked me as he packed up my china.

I explained that I lived in Israel. And since the next tenants for my condo in Chicago wanted it unfurnished I had to pack up and store everything.

Because he was my mover he did not ask the kind of probing, Talmudic question that this situation begs, namely: If I am living in Israel for nearly two years already, why don’t I just up and ship everything to Israel or sell it off?

Good question.

But he did ask about my china.

Abigail Pickus

How Jonathan met Lainee

10/31/2010
Special to the Jewish Week

Jonathan was simply looking for a weekend away. Lainee was somewhat reluctant, thinking, “These men—none of them are serious!” Yet both took a chance and went to a 2008 Memorial Day singles weekend at Camp Ramah in the Berkshires.

Neither Lainee nor Jonathan had been married before. Both dated a lot, always looking for the right person. “But we never gave up,” says Lainee.

Lainee Cohen and Jonathan Grauman

A Saint for the Lovelorn

09/29/2010
Special to the Jewish

The thing about Jerusalem is, you’re bound to run into someone you know at some point.

And by “you” I mean, “me.”

Which is another way of saying, while waiting for the bus the other day, the gentleman who walked by and then parked himself right behind me and who looked suspiciously like the gentleman in the States who had once stolen my heart, was no doubt the very same man.

And the skinny blonde by his side?

Abigail Pickus

Spiritual Housecleaning, Indian Style

08/31/2010
Special To The Jewish Week

 ‘Where was I?”

Which was really another way of saying, “What in the bleep was I doing?”

I asked myself these questions through my haze as I lay prone on a couch in the living room of an Israeli couple I barely knew.

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