Wednesday, May 18, 2011

364. TACOS AND NACHOS DON’T DISAPPOINT


I’m turning into someone I used to mock, because I now sleep with my phone. Which makes it easy to takes calls in bed. Perhaps sounds a little seedy, but not really. It just means that there is nothing to ever stop me from answering the phone.

“Hello?” I ask. “Hey, Desi Girl, it’s Chadwick, is this an okay time?” he asks. This is another one the Queens guys. This one lives in Forest Hills or Elmont or Belmont. Speaking of names, Chadwick and his brother, Radcliffe, have British surnames as first names. (Yes, these are code names, but not that off the mark from the real names). Chadwick’s family is Gujarati, which makes their names seem odd to me. I’m Punjabi – I am well aware of the stereotype other desis don upon my Punju peeps – stupid, loud, drunk, meat eaters – but Gujjus just seem more traditional, conservative, ‘desi’ – not the type of Indians to select Western names. Who am I to say anything? I come from a long line of people who pet name their kids: Bunty, Bubbli, Sweetie, Honey, Shiny, Cherry, Chini, Banta, Baba, Raja, Sonu, Monu, Ginu and the ridiculous list continues.

“Hey, this time is fine. What are you doing?” I ask. “I’m in Vegas,” he says, pronounced “Way-gus”. “What are you doing there?” I ask. “I’m here for a conference,” he replies. “Fun,” I reply. “Not really. I come here twice a year and the vendors just go crazy for us Executives. Dinners. Drinks. Shows – after the second trip it becomes old,” he shares.  Okay, he is the FIRST person, desi or otherwise who seems to think he is too superior to attend a corporate function. “I am taking a walk – so I thought I’d see what you were up to.”

“Well, I am fine thank you,” I reply. “How is New York?” he asks. “It is great,” I reply. “Where do you live again?” he asks.  “Washington Heights,” I reply. “Why there?” he asks. “Uhm, it’s pretty. The buildings have character. And it’s affordable,” I reply.  “I like Queens. Lots of space. Grass.  More space for less money, you must like throwing your money away,” he says. Uhm, okay – what? I don’t even know what the proper response to this comment is. So I ignore it. “You have any vacations coming up?” Chadwick asks. “Uhm – yes,” I reply slowly. “Where are you going?” Chadwick asks. “Minnesota – in July – to visit my parents,” I reply.

“Looking forward to it?” he asks. “Yes, of course – why wouldn’t I?” I ask.  “Most Indo-American desi girls hate their parents. You don’t?” he asks. You know when your gut kinda twists, and your better judgment notices, but your brain misfires and ignores the notice? Well this is what happens to me right now and I agree to lunch on Saturday at Dos Caminos in Midtown East. In the worst case scenario, if the company disappoints, lunch won’t – chips, tableside guacamole and tacos = happy times!

6 comments:

Sara said...

I don't have a crystal ball, but I'm guessing the date will disappoint...blech!

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear Sara -

LOL! I dont think with my track record and messed up stars anyone needs a crystal ball - I had a friend once tell me they admired my determination - that despite one misadventure after the other, I never stopped trying. Ah the strength of Durga and faith I guess!

xo,
Desi Girl

My Courageous Life said...

Someone should make a list of all the obnoxious things online dates say. Someone once told me the neighborhood he lived in in Manhattan was far superior to the neighborhood I lived in. He wasn't joking and kept pushing the issue. Lamesauce.

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear My Courageous Life -

First of I HEART this term "lamesauce" - my friend and I were looking for a code name to refer to someone who was residing on BOTH of our last nerves - which is hard to do since our trigger points are opposite.

Second - we TOTALLY shd - who are these holier than thou people? I am on the UES now and I sure like it for a host of reasons, and I dont know - I am not some UES snob.

Sheesh!

xo,
Desi Girl

My Courageous Life said...

I am REALLY hoping when you get to present day there is a happy ending after you having to deal with all these lame New York men. Remind me to tell you the story of the motivational speaker some time.

101 Bad Desi Dates said...

Dear My Courageous Life -

:) - here is the happy ending.

OMG. I totally cringed at the thought of what you might detail with your motivational speaker!

More soon!
xo,
Desi Girl