My friend Zuhair calls him “some one to look after you”.
Farzana instead prefers calling him “Mr Right”. She always has dreaming eyes when saying those words.
My aunties, uncles, family friends (average age 55+), they just say “Someone”, hopefully without the implied meaning “Anyone please”.
I like to call him “Prince Charming on a white horse”. Every time I say it, I laugh.
Cos I think of Shrek, the movie, the first one, where Prince Charming is on a white horse but he almost needs stairs to get on top of it!
My friends and family they all seem so worried for me.
The fatal question always comes after the usual “How are you?”. If I start betting on it, I may be able to stop working. May be I should.
I know they cannot avoid it. It is part of the cycle of life: you are born, you grow up, go to school, meet people, find a job, get married, have kids, teach them what you have learnt, die. It works in stages.
According to my family and friends I should hurry up for the “get married” stage.
Unfortunately, I do enjoy the “meet people” one. Plus I did not do well with the “find a job” one. And I did try. Maybe it did not like me.
By now (since it has been years that I am asked the same thing) I got used to the “So… tell me.. did you find someone?”. I know, those words will come up, always.
My answers vary according to my mood.
A good mood answer would be “I am working on it”.
A bad mood answer would be instead “Can we change subject?”
I remember once, back home, the priest of my village asked me that exact question.
“No Father, not yet”. “C’mon, what are you waiting for?!” And I replied “ For Providence to look down and help me out!”.I know, that was a bad mood answer, especially if you consider the expression on his face. But at least he stopped asking it.
Farzana instead prefers calling him “Mr Right”. She always has dreaming eyes when saying those words.
My aunties, uncles, family friends (average age 55+), they just say “Someone”, hopefully without the implied meaning “Anyone please”.
I like to call him “Prince Charming on a white horse”. Every time I say it, I laugh.
Cos I think of Shrek, the movie, the first one, where Prince Charming is on a white horse but he almost needs stairs to get on top of it!
My friends and family they all seem so worried for me.
The fatal question always comes after the usual “How are you?”. If I start betting on it, I may be able to stop working. May be I should.
I know they cannot avoid it. It is part of the cycle of life: you are born, you grow up, go to school, meet people, find a job, get married, have kids, teach them what you have learnt, die. It works in stages.
According to my family and friends I should hurry up for the “get married” stage.
Unfortunately, I do enjoy the “meet people” one. Plus I did not do well with the “find a job” one. And I did try. Maybe it did not like me.
By now (since it has been years that I am asked the same thing) I got used to the “So… tell me.. did you find someone?”. I know, those words will come up, always.
My answers vary according to my mood.
A good mood answer would be “I am working on it”.
A bad mood answer would be instead “Can we change subject?”
I remember once, back home, the priest of my village asked me that exact question.
“No Father, not yet”. “C’mon, what are you waiting for?!” And I replied “ For Providence to look down and help me out!”.I know, that was a bad mood answer, especially if you consider the expression on his face. But at least he stopped asking it.
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Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.
To me, you and I will always be that crooked tree. "growing strong and growing strange". :-)
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