Today’s prospective groom is: “letsattemptthis” and writes: “Let’s talk and see where it goes... hopefully shaadi. I am pretty focused on getting married, just waiting to meet the right person. More details about me when we meet.” Additional profile details reveal he is 34, athletic, fair, Punjabi, in finance, eats meat and drinks alcohol. I decide to contact him, not because I am deluded and think he will marry me, but I hope he’s not full of shit like his predecessors and actually serious about this. Besides, given the sad state of my romantic affairs, I am in NO position NOT to consider a man who claims to be waiting for the “right person”. In my note of interest I include my email address and request for photos.
Shoot! Is every communication with Shashi Kapoor going to invoke Bollywood melodrama for me? I click open the email and review his photos. He is decent looking, not what I would call fair, but who cares. One photo is a headshot in which he wears a blue button down against custard walls. The other is of him smiling, sitting on a couch with his mobile phone drawn to his ear wearing a wife beater. I hope he was doing laundry and ALL his clothes were dirty. Why else does anyone send that of all snaps?
While I’m liberated, I do think a man should call first. I email back, thanking him for the photos and send my contact information. And then, I wait, hoping he is the hero of my Bollywood movie!