she wasn't a teeny bopper after all, and her interests did show some intersection with mine. i was hoping to score a nice dowry and close the deal, but it turns out she's a progressive indian woman, and a christian, so i'll have to keep my job.
here's a breakdown of indian women as perceived by indian men, as far as i can tell. keep in mind that i'm an ignoramus. i will stick to the tried and true baseball metaphors for male/female interaction, adding a few new ones:
batters box - meeting with a girl with the idea of evaluating compatibility, e.g. a first date
signing the contract - getting married
losing the game - ending up anywhere from miserable to resigned
winning the game - ending up anywhere from happy to in love
traded - breaking up
old fashioned country girl
signing the contract -> home run -> lose by 10 runs
batters box -> signing the contract -> home run -> lose by 5 runs
batters box -> first base -> signing the contract -> home run -> possible win, but likely loss
batters box -> first base -> second base -> signing the contract -> home run -> win or lose by a small margin
batters box -> first base -> second base -> third base -> signing the contract -> home run -> win or lose
batters box -> first base -> second base -> third base -> home run -> signed or traded
this is why alomst all western women are considered to be whores. i suspect my date is either modern or trashy.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
i've got a date tonight. with an indian. in 40 minutes. i think i asked her out by accident (to be explained later). it's actually difficult to figure out anyone i could find who i'd be less compatible with: she likes high fashion and gossip and all things euro; i like grungy travel in 3rd world hell-holes, largely to escape all the stuff she likes. she's also 12 years younger than me, though it can feel more like 20 at times. not that she's not very nice (again, unlike me). oh, this is gonna be good! gotta run...