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Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
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At the least, I hope you have entertaining e-mail exchanges with smart Indian women who think this whole concept is insane but who want their mothers to shut up already.
Don't we all?
Is this PFWife the accountant? I hope she's cool and funny and interesting.
Yep, me too!
Also, I have the most hilarious news of all time. Short story: this girl my parents gave me is named, let's say, "Kelly Kapoor," and she is an accountant working in D.C. Now, unbeknownst to my parents but knownst to me, my non-blood uncle (the one I work with) and his wife have found a girl they want me to meet in the Bay Area. (They haven't told any of my family because they know they are crazy and don't want to step on any toes.)
I shit you not, her name is "Kelly Kapoor" and she is an accountant.
P-C, I hope your prospective wife is fun and understands the real you. Did you send her your version of your bio sheet?
Nope, I wrote her a story about my day. If her eyes don't glaze over, we can perhaps move on to Biodata 2: The Revenge.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!
"Kelly Kapoor"
Whoa! I mean...that's...um...there's something...uh...
Maybe it's the same woman and she's just addicted to frequent flyer miles and lives a double life.
Clearly, you were meant to try [her actual name] out in your life.
Maybe it's the same woman and she's just addicted to frequent flyer miles and lives a double life.
My theory is someone is building an army of Indian cyborg accountant-bots in an attempt to take over, um, the Financial Accounting Standards Board (FASB).
the Financial Accounting Standards Board (FASB).
Or frell with the arranged marriage system.
I'm always struck dumb by the whatertheodds?-ness of stuff like that.
With all the mathy types around here, there probably ARE odds, but still, weird.
Short story: this girl my parents gave me is named, let's say, "Kelly Kapoor," and she is an accountant working in D.C.
you want we should stalk her?
you want we should stalk her?
Thank god you said it. I deleted a follow up post offering local, disinterested (except for the interest in P-C's happiness) stalkinginquiries.
you want we should stalk her?
She works at PwC. I honestly was wondering how "Could you go and have lunch with some of my Internet friends so they can see if you're cool?" would work.
Maybe they could just "bump into her" somewhere at a coffee shop or something. She'd either think it's cool or be totally freaked out.