Because my apartment is hotter than Havana, I lay ON my bedspread, rather than UNDER the covers, fretting and debating. I need to get married, I’m pretty sure I want to get married, unfortunately I don’t think I want to marry the available, pandit-approved man in my life.
This is why insomnia gives me the chance to make a mental list of Dr. Froggy positives. His parents are incredibly kind and down to earth. Then there are his super welcoming, out-going (Punjabi) friends. Sure, he doesn’t live in a town as happening as New York, but every city has its charm and Dr. Froggy’s has a kick-ass football team, and I do love stadium snacks. So it would be nice to root for a team that knows what to do with a football, unlike the Vikings game plan of fumble, tumble and repeat. And he himself, Dr. Froggy, is nice. Yes, he’s a workaholic, and I’m kinda worried that I will spend a lot time alone – isolation is not good for Desi Girl. But Dr. Froggy isn’t the type of person who will play emotional games or cheat on me.
However, Dr. Froggy does have that really annoying habit of either talking about his money or joking that the only Indians cheaper than the Sindhis (which is what Dr. Froggy is) are the Gujaratis. And I don’t understand why he does this, because Dr. Froggy spends money like he’s minting it in that unfinished basement of his. But the problem is I spent the weekend going through the motions. Now that I am allowing myself to reflect, deconstruct, replaying hour by hour, I become more and more distressed.
On paper Dr. Froggy is a perfectly good person and mighty fine matrimonial candidate. And I really want to just fall in love with Dr. Froggy. But the reality is Dr. Froggy does not remotely excite or interest me physically, which has me obsessing over toxic Town and Country.
But is it so bad not to have chemistry with Dr. Froggy? I think about all those arranged married Indians in India who have gotten married sight unseen and made it work. Maybe that is the problem, America allows me too many liberties, I know too much about Dr. Froggy and have gone full circle, over thinking this, that I have talked myself out of liking Dr. Froggy which is why I am delusional and thinking about a Town and Country tryst. Do I really “need” love? I mean --- I need air, food and water. Can’t the rest fall into place? How much good sex does a prude really need?
When I cannot thinking about the weekend any more I bolt out of bed and grab my phone. I must enlist my urban family. I text Ainsley for a phone date, then Siobhan. Meera, too, she is my reality check, and I ping her. Oh and my Southern friend Haynes Thomas Taylor, she is well versed in all things romantic and proper and I will talk to her on Tuesday. I need perspective on this Dr. Froggy situation and I am too irrational to solve my own life. Thank Durga for girlfriends who double as sounding boards!