You know, this is probably my favorite Blink-182 song.
Yesterday, I had a chance to spend some time with my family. And then….it happened. THE INEVITABLE QUESTIONS.
- ARE YOU MARRIED? (no)
- ARE YOU SINGLE? (yes)
- ARE YOU DATING? (sure, why not?)
- DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO MY DAUGHTER/NIECE/FAMILY FRIEND/DISTANT RELATIVE FROM MARS? (wha…what!?)
It was then that I got to thinking….how would that first date go? If I did decide to go through with it, that is. Which I didn’t. I mean, I’m still a hopeless romantic and I wish that I could just fall in love with someone and live happily ever after. Still, I’m 30. Not gettin’ any younger.
My first real brush with arranged marriages came when I was 25 or 26. I was hanging out in Oceanside with an old acquaintance of mine, and he wanted me to meet a few friends of his. Then it turned into something like a marriage meeting, because they wanted to find a husband for one of their relatives in the Philippines. Yikes.
That same day, another friend of mine called me up, asking me to straight up marry her cousin so she could get a visa.
Sheesh, maybe I’m the weird one and this is how dating goes nowadays.
What if she turns out to be crazy? What if I actually like that kinda shit?