I fasten my seat belt. My phone is handy. Just in case Town and Country texts back before they shut the airplane door.
I may have mentioned this, but Town and Country doesn’t like to be challenged. Which makes him quite desi and traditional, something he told me early on. I suspect, given that his parents are older than mine, his mother dotes on his father more than mine. So, I presume that he won’t be in the mood to deal with a combative Indian woman. And I don’t plan on being any man’s Sita.
Text from Town and Country: Just checking to make sure you were okay.
Text from Desi Girl: Oh. Well. I am.
Text from Town and Country: Good. Are you free Friday?
Text from Desi Girl: For what? Like a date?
Text from Town and Country: Yes.(Hhhmm, date for him must be code for sex).
Text from Desi Girl: Can’t. I am going to Minnesota. What about next weekend? (Okay, what? Why did I: (a) lie (b) feel the need to suggest a future meeting and (c) not tell him about Dr. Froggy.)
Text from Town and Country: Sure next weekend. Have fun in Minne.
Text from Desi Girl: Will text you next week.
Text from Town and Country: Ok.
I'm sure you're thinking, Desi Girl is baked. But here is the thing. Town and Country does not what I want, yet my attraction for him is annoying uncontrollable. It’s true, Dr. Froggy is not as physically appealing, and his obsession with his money is kinda gauche. But he is interested in building a relationship and can text and call me on a regular basis. To date, I have never actually spoken to Town and Country on the phone. Additionally, I know plenty of people who have made arranged marriages work, so I feel confident I can make a relationship work with Dr. Froggy aka Mr. Right Enough. Sounds antiseptic, I know. But Dr. Froggy isn't perfect, either am I. Either is Town and Country. And maybe the time to be practical has arrived. Being a romantic only keeps me caught in the silky web of Town and Country.
If I can be vain and shallow for a moment, when it comes to Dr. Froggy and I, I am the more physically attractive one. But he is the one with the successful, thriving career. So I know, if this works out with Dr. Froggy, I will have to leave Manhattan. And yes, this is a big deal for me. I'm finally in a comfortable place with the City. I am used to no A train service on the weekends. I am okay knowing no one wants to visit me in the Heights. I lug heavy bags of groceries 10 blocks. I take my backpack to Target to make the schlepping less painful. I have a routine and friends. I am happy, but alone.
My true persona is that of a hall monitor (with a penchant for prosecco). But for once, I want to let loose, break the rules and not care about desi society’s expectations of women. I have been a good desi girl for SO long, that I want to act like a reckless man and have my last hurray, my last fling. Is that so wrong? Maybe. But at least I’m being honest.