Z aki was considered a very successful guy by many measures. He was a shrewd businessman and was making great money as an investment banker. He was also still a good learner and was known for giving nice derashos at family gatherings and shul events.
Still good-looking and a sharp dresser he piqued the interest of many single women who were interested in finding out why he was still available. And yet in spite of this there wasn’t a single shadchanit in town who was going to waste her time with him.
“Zaki’s not ready to settle down” was the kind of thing you’d hear. Not that I was asking but it was a frequent enough topic of discussion that you couldn’t go to a Kiddush at the local shul without hearing at least someone talking about who just wasn’t on the market.
It wasn’t because he wasn’t frum or had unacceptable hashkafos. Nope. Zaki made a siyum every few months and had it catered by the restaurant with the best hashgachah in the area. He was always one of the first at minyan in the morning a regular at the halachah shiur downtown and happy to pinch hit as a substitute in the Talmud Torah on December 25 when the math and science teachers had the day off.
