“I totally don’t do that, ever. I never even let the boy buy a drink for me”
Shani Leiman with Zivia Reischer
Yehuda was 24 years old, a serious boy who hoped to learn long term. His first few dates with Nechama went really well. She was 20, and had a generous and nurturing personality, perfectly suited to her job teaching sixth grade and heading the school’s chesed program.
When I ran into Yehuda’s mother after their third date, she confided that he was starting to get that “cloud nine look.”
But after the fourth date, Yehuda said that something was bothering him.
“It was good,” he said quickly, like he didn’t want to ruin anything, “but… I can’t put my finger on it.”
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