Yoav was my kibbutz brother, secular and an ardent Zionist. He had an encyclopedic mind that could recite in detail kibbutz history, lore and socialist ideology. Today, Yoav is an equally intense, knowledgeable and ideological Charedi guy living in the Midwest. He recently offered to pay me money for introducing him to the woman he married more than 25 years ago.
I'm always hearing about a surplus of widows and divorced women, but recently I realized that I have been meeting widowers.
"I'm going to a shidduch conference," I announce to my friends. Despite my protests that I'm going to the conference for research I am conducting about the desperate and dateless ... um -- I mean single and searching -- in Los Angeles, I am bombarded with a plethora of jokes by my (former) friends about wearing long sleeves, choruses of "Matchmaker" from "Fiddler on the Roof" and references to "Crossing Delancey."