Which part of it is difficult?
You know, at my age, one really wants to get married. Wants a home, a family (even if it's only one other person) and arms to walk into.
But. Oh... and that's a big but.
But WHY must it be so difficult?
Let me give you the background. I just went through that torturous process called a 'meeting'. Oh, you know. The guy, the mother, the sister, the me. Phew. It's like being in the hot seat. Only much much worse. And this was a unique meeting. The guy wasn't even THERE!!
I haven't reached the nice part yet. So this is a guy I've never seen (except 2 photographs - that could've been morphed from Micheal Jackson, for all I know), his mom, his sister, her husband and their kid. And they come to 'see' me. So they 'see' me. Hardly talk. General awkwardness going on.
Usually in situations like that, I take control and lead the conversation. But oh no... tsk tsk... girls are supposed to be seen and not heard.
So I thought 'Why in all goodness name, should I put myself out there?'. I kept quiet too. (Must drink my Sprite slowly or I wont have anything to do with my hands... why can't that kid drink his coffee himself?? ... Oh... let me die!! ..... Don't they want to know anything about me? I could be a psychopath for all they know... he he he... groan... )
Finally, they left. AND... oh... this is the best part.
They think the marriage is fixed!! We just need to fix the date etc. etc. ... He's coming in December right? (from wherever he was deported to.)
He-LLOW? Erm... possibly you forget that I'm part of this?
That maybe, just maybe, I'd like to have a say in the matter.
And probably, you know, cos it's done by some people.... I could MEET THE GUY!!!
Sheesh. Why do I get myself into such situations?
And all through, I'm thinking, I will kill you, A.M, you couldnt decently have said yes to me.
So that's the part that's difficult. What ever happened to falling in love, whirlwind romances, Pretty Woman and Notting Hill?
SIGH. Still looking for those arms to walk into.
But. Oh... and that's a big but.
But WHY must it be so difficult?
Let me give you the background. I just went through that torturous process called a 'meeting'. Oh, you know. The guy, the mother, the sister, the me. Phew. It's like being in the hot seat. Only much much worse. And this was a unique meeting. The guy wasn't even THERE!!
I haven't reached the nice part yet. So this is a guy I've never seen (except 2 photographs - that could've been morphed from Micheal Jackson, for all I know), his mom, his sister, her husband and their kid. And they come to 'see' me. So they 'see' me. Hardly talk. General awkwardness going on.
Usually in situations like that, I take control and lead the conversation. But oh no... tsk tsk... girls are supposed to be seen and not heard.
So I thought 'Why in all goodness name, should I put myself out there?'. I kept quiet too. (Must drink my Sprite slowly or I wont have anything to do with my hands... why can't that kid drink his coffee himself?? ... Oh... let me die!! ..... Don't they want to know anything about me? I could be a psychopath for all they know... he he he... groan... )
Finally, they left. AND... oh... this is the best part.
They think the marriage is fixed!! We just need to fix the date etc. etc. ... He's coming in December right? (from wherever he was deported to.)
He-LLOW? Erm... possibly you forget that I'm part of this?
That maybe, just maybe, I'd like to have a say in the matter.
And probably, you know, cos it's done by some people.... I could MEET THE GUY!!!
Sheesh. Why do I get myself into such situations?
And all through, I'm thinking, I will kill you, A.M, you couldnt decently have said yes to me.
So that's the part that's difficult. What ever happened to falling in love, whirlwind romances, Pretty Woman and Notting Hill?
SIGH. Still looking for those arms to walk into.
posted by rosie | 8:26 PM
4 Comments:
So.. were you asked at all or was it just assumed that you are ok with everything?
Anyways, came here from Sidin's! I *know* how some of these things are, inspite of being a guy. I know I'd sound awfully insincere if I say it, but will go ahead and say it, cos thats the best i can do. Hang in there. Aapka number bi aayega.
Cheers.
Heheh
U couldve titled it "Psychopath meets morphed Micheal Jackson"
Well, Very much in the same boat !!!Am doing my bit to defying those conventions; just a wee bit tho'
And maybe guys have it easier ;-))
Neway I insist on a telephonic conversation first( !!) and only if i feel there can be some freq match & will go ahead to meet up stage. (saves petrol)
And absolutely no way does a parent/sis/bro-in-law/ kid accompany me there; prefer being a lone ranger and trust my judgement
(and moreover the girl's judgement ;-)))
btw dunno if uve read my blog ;-)
cheers
flaash
Chin Up, we are all in the same boat.No one is exempted. The tradition brigade leaves no gal unturned.
At least u got to say NO!!!!
Oh! then, what happened? The toughest part here would have been to say "NO" and then face the consequences.
I've been going through this in recent times and I had to say "NO". Believe me, my relatives and close ones think that am a fool to let go of a golden opportunity and are giving me those "looks". It sucks big time, not be be able to do what you want and doing what you don't want most of the time.
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