My parents wanted me to send my photos to some broker dude so they can set me up with a boy they think will work for me. Just because the charts say we are 75% compatible, that’s all there is to it. And just because he’s from this ‘great’ town back home, the family is wonderful and we will get along. REally?!
I am so annoyed.
Sometimes I wish I never moved back home. At least in Ottawa I had the peace of mind that I can say I don’t like this guy and I don’t have to listen to them ramble about why I made the wrong choice and why I am going to be old and grey and will never get married.
I’m 25. Ok. Turning 26. I don’t think I’m old. Yes, I realize there is a ‘time limit’ of some sort that our society has put on when a Tamil girl should get married. But I can’t get married just because it’s the right time to? How does that make any sense? I just dont get it.
I wish I can just get through to them that it’s sooo unreasonable what they are asking me. No offense to the guy’s picture that I saw. I just don’t think there’s any potential there. It’s not because I’m a beauty queen or some gorgeous chick that only will look at a ‘good loooking’ Tamil guy. I don’t think that about myself at all. I’m just an average girl. And I may be open to the idea of meeting someone this way.
But since they never let me date openly when I was younger and I had to hide the fact that I was in a relationship… shouldn’t I have the right to pick and choose who I want to meet up with and who I don’t? I’m not even being that picky. I would never ever go for a guy like this. He’s not my type…and I dont’ feel bad for saying it.
You can call me superficial…but first comes physical attractiveness. I don’t feel anything when I see his photo. Then why should I waste his time and mine trying to meet up with him?
There is so much more to it than the 75% match. But the annoyance comes from the fact that they will never understand this. And now I have to hear them talk about how I should’ve found someone for myself.
The last thing I want is pressure about getting married. I’m 26. And I’m young. And I’m not ready. It’s as simple as that.