The first go-round, I'm pretty sure your mom at least would have rejected a streaky-haired Incubus fan out of hand.
Well, she didn't know she was a streaky-haired Incubus fan when she first presented her to me. All she knew was that she was Gujarati, female, and was studying law or something. And my mom had been friends with her mom since childhood. With just that, I was supposed to have called her. The girl wasn't really an issue; it's all about the families. That's what arranged marriage is about. Both families are cool with each other, so now they hope the actual people possibly getting married are cool with each other. My mom has never given me any indication that she is actually looking for anyone actually compatible with me.
I lump myself in with the awful spellers.
DH has offered to let me get out and go to the movies tonight. Do I go see District 9 or Julie & Julia?
Cashmere, Steve and I are going to District 9, so you should, too!
the internets have spoken.
If you want exciting, inventive and dark, District 9. if you want sumptuous, romantic and charming, Julie and Julia. It's a win either way.
Well, now someone needs to do a trailer mash-up.
When you have to start working on the catering, it's tending towards orgy.
ETA: Unless you're more the DIY cook: [link]
Sean, I guess I'm a little unclear: you told a mutual friend that you were glad about...what? How things were progressing with Date Girl? And then when Date Girl found out that you told mutual friend about your positive feelings, she thought you were telling tales out of school?
Does she not want people to know about your relationship? And if so, why?
Telling someone that you're glad about a relationship is not, by any definition of the phrase, a screw-yourself-up act. That's what people do when a relationship makes them happy. They don't hide it, nor should they.
