So, I just finished reading 50 Cups of Coffee: The Woes and Throes of Finding Mr. Right and sigh, just what I’m experiencing right now. Anyway, inspired by the book, I thought I’d share some of my “potential groom” stories. Here goes.
Potential Groom #1: Even before I could talk to him, I hear he was a bit, how do you put it, wary of speaking to me. Why you ask? I’ll tell you. I’m doing Ph.D. *eye roll* I’m not even kidding. He didn’t want to talk to me because I’m getting a doctorate!
Potential Groom #2: This one I didn’t meet nor talk to. But my mother was, apparently, told that he was a very good (please define this for me someone) guy with a bank job. “Aunty, bahut accha ladka hai. Bank mein job hai. Twelfth pass kiya hai.” !!! And, I can still picture my poor mother wondering how to go about rejecting the poor guy in the nicest possible way. Of course, my father was more straightforward. He had his single syllable answer ready – “NO!”
Potential Groom #3: MBA, dude! And then he goes, “So what do you do? “I’m doing my Ph.D.” (ALARM) “Oh! So, you’re more qualified than me!” “Is that a problem?” “Well, see, I don’t have a problem, but . . . others may.” HUH! What??? Who? And why?
No, it doesn’t end here. Nope. We moved to the photo sharing stage. Was that the silver line in my black cloud? Well, turns out, it wasn’t. The dude seemed unsatisfied with what he saw. “I can’t recognize,” he says. ????? Excuse me, WHAT???? “Recognize what?” “Your face and everything else.” Hmmm, everything else. OK right! “Share a photo where I can see you properly. Oh and yes, please don’t use any apps ok :)”
Sigh! The dangers of being beyond 30 and worse, over-qualified.