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
traditional woman
batters box -> signing the contract -> home run -> lose by 5 runs
modern woman
batters box -> first base -> signing the contract -> home run -> possible win, but likely loss
trashy
batters box -> first base -> second base -> signing the contract -> home run -> win or lose by a small margin
slut
batters box -> first base -> second base -> third base -> signing the contract -> home run -> win or lose
whore
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.
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i suspect my date is either modern or trashy.
So after muddling through that complicated analogy, I take it that this mean you almost got to 2nd base? Over sweater (or Indian equiv.) action?
no, i only meant that i thought she might be a person one might get to second base with pre-marriage. as far as my status with her... well, i would never kiss and blog.
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