My neck gets tense when I think about shadchans. Matchmakers. I have issues with shadchans. For full disclosure I have never been to a shadchan, but sometimes you don’t need to try something first in order to know it’s not for you (like ingesting scorpion venom for example). But I have a dilemma. I want to meet someone. I am a single man living in Jerusalem, I wear a kippah and tzit-tzit, I daven three times a day (usually) and in my world a lot of religious single men and women meet through shadchans. As you can tell, I have a lot of resistance to taking this route. For years it has not been a valid option in my mind. Continue reading “Confessions of a Jewish Bachelor: Why I Will Never Write a Dating Resume” →