Tuesday, November 9, 2010


A few hours later I'm debating where to shop. I must heal thy self with some new dresses and consider the usual suspects – Ann Taylor, Loft, Banana Republic, and J. Crew – which makes Rock Center the best choice. But I don’t believe in paying full price and don't have a coupon for any of those stores.

The phone rings. I glance at the number. Meera. Which is odd. She's not a phone person. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask when I answer. She laughs, “It’s because I never call right? I prefer to text,” Meera says. “I know, it's one of the reasons I love you,” I reply. “And yes we’re all fine. How are you?” Meera asks in her upbeat, chipper weekend voice. She is much more direct and focused during the week. “Hhhmm, I’m in a mood. To shop,” I reply and flop onto the couch. I love this couch. I just finished paying for it eight months ago. I actually sleep on it most nights. “Where are you shopping?” Meera asks. I sigh, “I’m thinking Filene’s Basement.” “Great! Any chance you can go shopping around dinnertime?” Meera asks. Of course I can. I couldn't be more single and without commitments if I tried! In addition to some new dresses, I think I really need to get a life. “Yes, I can go shopping later. Is that what you want me to do?” I ask. “Yes, then you can come over for dinner. Rohit and I want to see you.” “Great, see you then!” “Oh, we’re inviting another friend, too.”

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Two hours later I take six dresses (the maximum amount allotted by the very stern and unsmiling Filene's sales associates) and shut the door to the dressing room. In fairness to the sales associates (I used to be one) while I was standing in line I watched customers argue with them and insist they were going to take 10 items. Which then caused a manager to come back here and ask those people to leave if they were unwilling to follow store policy.

I slide off my shoes and immediately feel gross. I don’t know why, I haven’t put on any weight. I slip on the first dress and blame the hot fluorescent lamps and a crooked three-way mirror for why I look like a Minnesota moose in Manhattan. I pull the dress off and go through the same routine for five more dresses. That’s when that strange girl problem washes over me --- my mind is READY and SET to spend my precious dollars but my heart refuses to fall in love with anything enough to want the impending transaction. This is no good. How can I NOT possibly find one thing I like? I have never been so desperate for the therapeutic release that comes swiping my credit card and signing my name on the electronic pen pad.

I glance at my watch and groan. I need to be at Meera and Rohit’s in 45 minutes so I don’t have time to take another pass through the store. This is just not my week -- no boyfriend, a computer that is defying me and now, no retail therapy. This is proof, God is a man.   


Christy said...

I'm calling it: Meera's going to announce she's pregnant, right? I'll eagerly await the next installment!

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Christy ..

Well ... since that post was from 2008 and we are now in 2010 as I am writing about past events, Meera will have a baby ... more on that .. but for now sorry just dinner with a boy I kissed!

And of course more installments are coming!

Desi Girl

isheeta said...

Hola Desi Girl..

Dunno how I stumbled in your blog, but I have been glued to it non-stop since.

To cut a long story short, I feel like Ive lived your live, only I'm in Toronto.

I was a bit confused... I didnt clue in anywhere on the post that this was a past event and not the present. I am not pointintout fingers or being a blog police, I guess I figured if you are writing from the past, there's a happy ending in the present, and I await with fingers crossed and good luck wishes to reading the rest of the installments! :)

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Isheeta,

Thanks for reading and your comment! So nice to know that I am not the only one who is contending with the search for THE ONE wondering where is he?

So glad it resonates with you, for me it is therapy!

And no worries on pointing fingers, or being blog police. Every now and then I get someone pointing out a typo! And you are quite right I am writing about past events, in present time, in present tense making it seem like this stuff is happening now and not in the past. I can see how that can be confusing, so I will go back to Post 1 (hopefully soon) and made some edits to make this clear.

But Yes I moved to NYC about 4 years ago and started my desi dude hunt in 2007. My friends asked me to blog about my misadventures as they are clearly funny in the manner of a desi Bridget Jones. I went back and forth about writing this and decided to do it. The posts that are going now are from summer of 2008. So I have some writing to do to get you to present day, where I think you will agree, my life turns towards its rightful course to destiny!

I hope you keep reading and commenting!

Desi Girl

isheeta said...

Thanks for the clarification, Desi Girl! I'll keep reading for sure.. I hope its a happy ending/present! :)

FYI, I blogged for 5 years, going through the same trial and tribulations... and then I finally met my desi dream man, and I married him last year. All my readers were over the moon, and I was so happy that I got to share my sadness and joy with them too..

Reading your stories bought back so much memories, of how I had suffered, but also how I was so lucky to start my new life...

.. lets just say things are the same anymore :\

But I do hope, inshAllah, you will always keep that upbeat, happy tone and attitude and you will have/had soldiered on. God Bless! :)

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Isheeta,

Absolutely, happy to clarify!

That is SO cool to meet a fellow blogger who was on the same path as me! I am SOOO delighted to know you found THE ONE, I too, believe in the happy endings, that you find your path!

Thanks for your kind words about my upbeat soul, I think for the most part we made it out okay! Bur there was suffering along the way, that I will of course share, so nice to have supporters and cheerleaders!

Desi Girl