Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Dating Diary: Are you Single Too?

No. of single people I know: Not many. (on second thoughts and careful counting: atleast 10 in my immediate circle)

No. of Wonderful Single people I know: All of the above.

No. of Wonderful single people of the Opposite sex I know: Half of the above.

No. of Wonderful Single People of the Opposite sex I know that are charming, successful, intelligent, warm and fun: All of the above.

No. of Wonderful Single People of the Opposite sex I know that are charming, successful, intelligent, warm and fun; and are looking for mates: All of the above

No. of Wonderful Single People of the Opposite sex I know that are charming, successful, intelligent, warm and fun ; and are looking for mates that I feel Attracted to : None of the above . ARRRGGGGHHHH.

So then is attraction overrated? Is Chemistry really that elusive? Is it even a dependable criteria in the search of a partner? I think I could be a typical specimen of a generation that has grown up knowing arranged marriages are real, and are a non-weird, non-obsolete way to approach matrimony; yet aspire to meet and marry because traditional (and even modern) arranged marriage channels do not throw up matches that work for us. The major reason, IMHO, is that for someone like me that grew up in a small town with traditional values(and learnt to love and respect those values) and moved on in life to a big metropolis with its own sets of modern and traditional systems, we had to balance our lifestyles to accommodate both. In trying to accommodate what we grew up with, and what is real for us now, we made trades off in varying degrees, and therefore developed a persona that became "un slottable" in either Traditional, homely or modern, broad minded classifications. That throws a googly to traditional matchmakers (the neighbourhood aunty, your relatives, your colony mandir ke pandit ji, various siblings and cousins ke inlaws etc) Much to their chagrin, I am sure, they are not sure who to match you up with, because they are not sure who YOU are, and what you have become now!

And when you meet people online or through Modern forums, there are those who want to know if you wear a saree, and if you do, to send pictures because those are the only ones that can be shown to mum. Or that "I finally decided to get married, because jab se Bangalore shift hua hoon, pet kharab rehta hai. Gharwale kehte hain shaadi kar lo, kam se kam khaana to theek se milega."

I think in all this, I have become a confused, resenting, hard person, who is not giving anyone any rope. I need to become less judgemental and enjoy the process of meeting people. For once, the focus needs to be on the journey and less on the goal.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Date Diary: Your Place or Mine

How do you react to a seemingly warm funny cute guy who wears flip flops and a crumpled tee for a first date at an upmarket sushi restaurant. You think he's laidback and focus on his smile, and hope he makes nice conversation.

How do you react to a guy whose nice conversation is peppered liberally with the F's and the C's of the English and hindi world, and who in his very charming way, says after each use, "excuse my french". You think, why, oh Why! (Well, it ain't that I am not used to the language and the French of it, or that I never use the "fillers" ever..but

Why would you in a first date? Its not as though it were so much part of your normal conversation that you aren't even aware of it..you are, and fully so, and that's why seeking the pardon after every use! An attempt to be deliberately cool? Main to aisa hi hoon bravado? Unfunately, it doesn't do anything for me….)

How do you react to a guy who insists on slapping your thigh or touching your shoulder at every pretext? You withdraw and/ or stiffen. You still give benefit of the doubt. Maybe you are the prude.

How do you react to a guy who insists on spending the rest of the day with you at "your place or mine". You suggest coffee. He suggests TV " at your place or mine". You yawn delicately and talk about a wonderful film playing nearby. He suggests chilling "at your place or mine". You say politely that you "take time to open up to people". He says that's okay and suggests continuing the conversation "at your place or mine". You yawn again and say you feel a little heady with vodka (30 ml mixed with orange juice!) and should maybe go home to sleep. He suggests coming over to see you off. You insist you are fine and will manage. He says "call me when you wake up; I'll come over".

I never did.