I can be considered as one of those ancient creatures who wrote diaries just before this very post! Apologies for writing only when I so overflow and swirl in the hurricane of emotions, a week of restlessness and sleep deprivation serves enough a cause for this one. For me it’s always been, "when words don't sound sane they should probably be jotted down."
Being a single girl in late 20's is something still not welcomed and easily acceptable. I don't know about you, but I am a sucker for marriages of convenience stories. Don't get me wrong, though tried hard but I still can't imagine getting married for any reason other than deep and abiding love.
The last sane pressure on my mind tells me it was a year after my 5 year long graduation that these matrimonial sites started getting paid for an additional member. And as the best items in the sale get picked first, there I landed with ample of proposals and requests for conversations and meetings. Not that I was exceptionally beautiful and qualified, but simply because the smarter and luckier ones escape this stage just as you skip an ad on the video you actually wished to see.
And so it was, meeting prospective partners over the weekends. What did not change over the year were the lady and the venue-Barista! It wasn't tough to sense the puzzled and questioning expression with which the waiter served me each time. If only he knew that the feeling was mutual!
Have to pause on writing further for an early morning class tomorrow. Am sure I'll pick up once I am a regular one…Be there!