I was on a Pesach program with my family, and you know the scene—shadchanim everywhere, acting like undercover agents. I was sitting with my brother (he got my dad’s Ashkenazi genes, I look just like my Sephardi mom—so we look nothing alike). I went upstairs for a minute, and when I came back down, I saw one of the shadchanim—who had already GRILLED me earlier—chatting with him. Turns out she had been watching us and said she just knew we had something special. She told him we looked so natural and comfortable together, and asked if he’d share his résumé so she could redd the shidduch! He kept trying to explain we were siblings, but she wouldn’t let him get a word in. Once she finally heard him out, she felt so bad. She promised to make it up to us by actually finding us both our matches… and crazy enough, within the year—she did!
