Hey guys? Good news! I'm officially getting the opportunity to be Indian! Or, technically, Persian.
My father received a very unexpected phone call yesterday. MyFriendFarah's mother, very bashful, asked my dad if I was home. He explained to her that no, I was still working in St. Louis, but that I would be home in November and December for the holidays.
"Oh..." she said, obviously embarrassed. "Well... I was calling because.... well..."
Long story short, she couldn't work on arranged marriages for her own daughters, so now she's working on one for me!
He's the son of some of their very dearest friends, he's working on his Masters (Dad, God love him, can't remember in what), and he's 6 foot 4. They just adore him, apparently, and I know how much they adore me. I suppose this was a natural next step in the process. Anyway, I'm supposed to call her in the next couple of days.
Why it never occurred to me to become Indian, I'll never know... but how rockin' would it be to have a white-people arranged marriage?! Now, THAT's one for the grandkids!
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Oh hell, if I knew you wanted an arranged marriage, I know a Jewish matchmaker who could set you up with a doctor, or a lawyer.....
Dude, I've been on board for an arranged marriage for YEARS! What's wrong with you?! And, um, a doctor or a lawyer or an accountant... any of these would be just fine...
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