 | Sample Chapter 1If you've ever been to a Jewish wedding then you will be familiar with the concept of the singles table. This is where all the unmarried young Jews are haphazardly lumped together on the same table. It's the match-making equivalent of a car crash: a dozen bodies violently flung together, followed by knocks and scrapes and bumps and dents; there are casualties and some lucky escapes. Rubber-neckers on their way to the buffet slow down to gawp at the twisted carnage of incompatibility. It's not a pretty sight. When I was last seated on the singles table at a wedding, I remember being able to feel the eyes of parents and aunts and uncles upon me like eager zoo keepers who had just introduced Ming Ming to Bao Bao in the hope that they might mate. If only it were that simple. I am sure there have been singles table success stories, just as there have been fruitful pairings of giant pandas in captivity – but it is rare. It is not dating exclusively Jewish that may reduce your chances of finding love, but rather, it is where you look or don't look for your Jewish soul mate that could narrow your odds. “Don’t waste another single second!
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