Spiritual Housecleaning, Indian Style

08/30/2010 - 20:00
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.

On the Road to Love, Keep Your Eyes Ahead (And Don't Look Back)

"So, Avigail, how long have you been driving?" the Israeli driving instructor asked me, peering around his shoulder to look at me in the back seat.

The 17-year-old with the tzizzit and pimples was behind the wheel.

"Oh, only 22 years," I said, adding it up on my fingers.

"What are you saying?" the instructor asked.

I'm shocked, too. Believe you me. Because I first learned to drive in 1988 at Highland Park High School. (Highland Park, Illinois, people!)

How to Say Goodbye to Dating Forever...And Ever...And Ever

“Mature frum singles, after years of unsuccessful dating, are painfully aware of the incessant and ceaseless march of time working against them.”

Ain’t that the truth!

And you don’t have to be frum to feel this way, says a (ahem!) “mature” single who gleaned much from Shaya Ostrov’s The Inner Circle: Seven Gates to Marriage, whose first line I quoted here.

Love On The LIRR

08/02/2010 - 20:00
Special To The Jewish Week

In the mood for a Real, Honest-to-Hashem Love Story?

Something that does not end with the phrase, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry?” 

Something, for that matter, that does not end in disappointment and loneliness? Or worse: Penury and woe?

I mean, something with teeth. Preferably involving the Shoah? Because I don’t know about you but I love a good Holocaust love story. 

Table For One: For Singles, ‘Cool’ On A Hot Summer Night

Up on the roof at an MJE mixer.
07/27/2010 - 20:00
Special To The Jewish Week

Call it the Cool Factor.

Dr. Allison Stakofsky, a pediatric resident, said Jewish singles events pose the threat of being a difficult [read: awkward] experience. Yet she was grateful to be having “Cocktails on The Roof” along with nearly 250 other singles at the Manhattan Jewish Experience on West 86th Street, and there were indeed some prospects.

Rabbi Mark Wildes

Date My Kid, Please!

07/19/2010 - 20:00

It’s a story as old as the Bible for a Jewish mother to want to marry off her single son.

But Geri Brin took the stereotype a step further when her profile of her son Colby launched a new online dating program.

“Date My Single Kid” is a subpage of the online lifestyle magazine, and it is growing in popularity since its recent creation.

My son the catch: Geri Brin and her son Colby.  Courtesy of Katherine McPherson, Fab Over 50.

A Kiss Is Just A Kiss

06/28/2010 - 20:00
Special To The Jewish Week

 We met at a bar in Tel Aviv. I was covering an event for work and he was a volunteer for the organization I was profiling.

According to my version, I was standing on the sidelines, mustering up my courage to approach strangers, when he approached me. Relieved that the “quotes” were coming to me and that I didn’t have to ask for them, I proceeded to pull out my notebook and pepper him with questions. All in the name of work, of course. 

Single Gal Sings the Wedding Blues

Because no one told me, I am telling you: If you are ever invited to an Israeli wedding, don't wear heels!

It's not like I'm a big high heel wearer. In fact, I don't even own that many pairs of shoes and the ones that I do own are all red. But since Israel is the land of casual-wear, when I dusted off some relatively spiffy threads for a work colleague's wedding, I noticed a pair of neglected heels in my closet and thought, Why not?

French Cinema, Jerusalem Style?

Walking along Emek Refaim the other morning I gasped when I saw that what once was a bus shelter had shattered into a million pieces, with shards of glass strewn everywhere and a big, gaping hole where the billboard once stood.

Across the street the same story: Broken glass and police tape sequestering it, not that this prevented anyone from staying away. People just jumped over the police tape and
kept walking.

A nation full of ingrates, I tell you.

"What's going on?" I asked around.

Fishbowl: Breaking Up Over G-d

Only in Jerusalem can you break up with someone over G-d.

On the second date.

But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

The way it all went down was one morning I came into work and was filling my boss's ears with complaints. Me, me, me. Complaint, complaint, complaint.

My boss responded by opening a certain gentleman's profile on Facebook.

"For me?" I asked.

My boss nodded.

"Me likey!" I said.

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