Chapter 1
I am just done with these proposals, marriage alliances the whole lot of them and if I just shoot down one, another one crops up, is it some sort of hit the mole game? To escape from all of it, I started this bumble and tinder and look where it got me. All these guys who are sweet at first and on the second or third date, they wanna have sex and if I don’t say yes, well I am ghosted. Wow, it’s like I never even existed.
Where are all those good-looking boys and handsome chivalrous princes that we read in fairy-tales, do they not exist anymore. I am just so done with this whole façade of men, in fact they are just plain assholes. I mean I’m not even asking for much, just three basic things.
1.Just let me be the way I am
2.Don’t force me to do things I hate
3.Just please don’t be toxic.
Are these three things too much to ask in nowadays society, guess I learned that the hard way.
The last marriage proposal, my parents brought me from the matrimonial site was of an electrical engineer who had 3 brothers and one sister. I mean they were all engineers in various fields. Their family comprised of a mechanical engineer, an aeronautical one and a civil and if I joined I guess I guess we could start a university.
You know once I wondered, why the hell am I getting these kind of proposals? that’s when I decided to look at my matrimonial profile, looks like my dad has listed in it a south-Indian girl coming from average family who loves idlis and dosas and is into govt.employed people. Jesus, that’s bullshit,
first off, he took my pic without my consent and uploaded it in this site, since then I have a fear of people taking my ‘single’ pics.
Secondly, he mentioned that I am a South-Indian girl, ok stop, I am a South-Indian by birth but I look like a North-Indian and at heart I am a Korean-American girl who loves K-pop.
Thirdly, our family might be average, but I don’t like idlis and dosas, they are not my favourite food anymore, maybe I was in 5th grade or 6th, when there was no other option available, now I’m so into continental dishes, Mariana spaghetti pasta is my fav , dad please get this right.
And lastly, I don’t care if the guy is a govt. employed one or private, I just want a guy with a good heart and I don’t even care about financial status, I mean I love to work and I’m a workaholic and I will always be earning more, I just want that guy to be comfortable with it, instead of thinking my salary package is an emasculation for him.
These were the thoughts, running in my head while I was swiping left and right on all those profiles, damn, I just wanted to get out of this crazy world.
