I read your post on social network. I really appreciate the way you have spoken your mind. By the way, do you remember me? I’m sure you do not. Well, we too had just an afternoon and let’s face it. I’m not a NRI. You were just busy thinking about picking my flaws to reject me. After all, naturally blessed pretty bongs girls like you prefer to go global the NRI way.
So you said that you have a good sense of humour. But you know what? This sounds better when someone else says that about you. anyway, I’m sure you are good at singing Rabindrasangeet too. No, you are not? That’s a stereotype and you are a modern girl. Great.
Your Mom told me that you are an avid reader, and it seems our tastes match, well, as per as books are concerned. But why didn't we go there Piu?
Oh I remember.
You were too busy trying to decipher my salary by guessing the tags of my shirt and trousers. You even asked me the brand of my specs frame. Oh, and the fish fries. Your mom kept on coming with one every 5 minutes and asking me to try that, personally, I think those were a bit overcooked and the kasundi was little watery. You must have got that by putting few spoonful of water into the almost empty kasundi bottle, right? How do I know?
Well, I’m also not a stereotype. I read books and love cooking. I know Bengali mustard sauce and English mustard, too. But in an arranged marriage setting the guy is only a projection of his earning, not his interests.
I read how intelligently you mentioned that you are not a virgin. Does it really matter? Well, virginity matters to some people. May be ‘being non-virgin’ is equally important to some. As far as I’m concerned, there are number of factors that are important for me to decide on a partner. Prior sexual experience or lack of that is just not one of that.
You said so much. What do I want, a boy or a girl? Does someone really plan these even before marriage? I mean, Say you want a girl. What would you do if you have a boy? Anyway, let’s not get into that. I’m pretty sure you will have a smart ass answer.
For almost forty five minutes you talked about your parents and how great they are and about their love story. I understand. But don’t you think that the important thing was to find how great we were together, not your or mine parents.
You know one thing? I liked your profile on the matrimonial site. But meeting the real you was an eye opener. No, don’t get me wrong. You are way better than what you have written.
But is better always good?
I would anytime prefer someone who has made a few mistakes and learnt life the hard way. Who has stumbled upon and picked up herself. I would always like someone who is not afraid to go a bit crazy and is game for stepping on the unknown territory. That is why, Piu, I knew we are not fit for each other. After all, I would not like to spend my entire life with some convent educated saintly lady. I would rather be happy with someone a bit damaged.
You want to know my name? Well, I’m Male Chauvinist Pig. Because, whatever my name is, I’m a male. Naturally, to you I will always be a MCP.
Truly glad to be not yours