“The boys are back!”
The clarion calls sounds through Brooklyn, and is immediately followed by the clatter of heels on pavement as every mother of a bachelorette joins the stampede.
“The boys are back!” the murmur spreads across the city. Young ladies crane their necks out the window and then hurriedly pull them back in to dab on some makeup and check their hair.
“The boys are back!” the younger siblings whisper, pressing their ears against closed doors and comparing filched profiles behind the couch.
The boys are back!
Yes, it is bein hazmanim, and droves of eligible young men are pouring into the tri-state area and other Jewish metropolises. These are hungry salmon, looking to date vociferously before the season is up and they need to return to their swimming grounds in the Holy Land.
Once a week dating? Leave the leisure for the dog days. If the tempo of every other night is too much for you, get out of the race. There are hordes of women vying to give it a try in your stead. You have only three weeks to cram in the dating experiences of a month – hurry, hurry, hurry!
Who knows? He might be the One!