“Matchmaker, matchmaker, match me a match…
Find me a find, catch me a catch…
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book
and find me the perfect match.”

(Or something like that. It’s been a while since I saw Fiddler.)

Heard anything about Saw You At Sinai, the (relatively) new matchmaking service?

Here’s an article from the Blueprint on the service.

And I also found a few bloggers who have undergone “The SawYouAtSinai Experience”:

Rabbi Josh Yuter describes how matchmakers decided his bashert was his ex-girlfriend.

Meredith’s experience was totally different. She was set up with someone who was paralyzed from the neck down. Click here to read the letter of complaint she sent to the Saw You At Sinai administrators.

We need to hope that somewhere people are having good experiences with the fledgling service, but so far, I’ve not found any. If you have had a good experience with SawYouAtSinai.com, why not share your experience with the group? Post a comment here, or if you’re shy, drop me a line.

My Carrie Bradshaw moment on matchmaking:

We’re always asking matchmakers to look through their books and find us the perfect match. But what if our match isn’t even in their book? What if matchmakers are checking out their books from the wrong library?