I think I just told my mom that I can't handle the pressure of the arranged marriage process and would try to find someone on my own, and I think she said that, okay, then I would have to start going to Indian functions and mingle and meet people, and I said okay, and I think she went for it? I don't know. I think we've had this conversation before, and it hasn't stuck. My dad called a few minutes later and I didn't pick up because I didn't want to be double-teamed.
Also, have a snippet of conversation:
"What are you having for dinner?"
"I don't know. Probably some rice with ground turkey thing."
"See, if you had a wife, you wouldn't have to worry about cooking."
"Yes, because that's what wives are for."
"Exactly!"
"That's all they're good for."
"Well, not
all.
They're good for other things too. Like...company."
I'm such a shithead button pusher, I probably would have tossed in something about the occasional blow job, too. But I'm frequently an asshole.
Wives make dinner? Damn, no wonder I want one!
Maybe if I had one she'd get me the beer that is in my fridge 15 feet away that I am too lazy to get up and get...
That's awesome, P-C. (Not the dialogue, but the result.)
No one has
anything
to say about someone being approached and asked for their eggs? Mind you, I don't know what to say to that either.
Yeah, I have no words for that brenda. It is very random, and maybe not the way to approach someone for that cause it's not like they're in a carton in the fridge, ya know?
I think that's...very odd, brenda. Flattering, though. In a way. But...I mean...it's such a PROCESS, to donate eggs. And does the woman even KNOW your sister? Do they like, look at all alike? Does she know anything about her medical history, or if she's smart, or ANYTHING?
(Not the dialogue, but the result.)
I think I am finally wearing them down, like Sandra Bullock.
No one has anything to say about someone being approached and asked for their eggs? Mind you, I don't know what to say to that either.
Yeah, there's just nothing you can say to that. Maybe some women give up their eggs willy-nilly.
I guess, re: eggs from a non-relative I'd go with "I need to think about that" and spend a week getting the "OH HELL NO"s out of my system before I politely declined.
I go to public toilets,
and piss on the seat,
I walk around in the summer saying how 'bout this heat.
I'm an asshole.
A.S.S.H.O.L.E.
If she were my mother she would guarantee that I never spoke to another Indian person again.
I HATE being pushed.
Like, enough to cut off my own nose to spite my face,but still. I would win at Mindfuck 2K10.
DH and I are in total agreement that we need a wife. We could really use several.
