The following morning I wake up, brush my teeth, brew some coffee, watch the news, boot up the computer and log into my email.
Another feature of the matrimonial site is that it informs you when someone accepts and declines you. I have been declined. By Flyboy. I can only imagine that Flyboy landed sometime last night 8 and 9 pm, listened to his voicemail, went home and sent me this decline note through the site:
Hi Desi Girl, Got your message, no worries. I just thought you would have been a good person to know. I apologize. Just a tip you may want to put a recent photo or two up here. That way the other party won't get any surprises when you meet. Take care. Flyboy.
Okay. It takes me a read or three to digest his note. On one hand I want to laugh out loud at the bizarre messaging. He called me a catch and pursued me. I agreed to a date with him, twice. We met. I didn’t feel the za za zoom. I was honest, instead of leading him on. And now – what – he is calling ME ugly? “A tip” “put a recent photo?” He is the one who looks like a chipmunk and I am the one who surprised him? I mean – yea – I am no Aishwarya Rai – but shoot I ain’t a nasty uggo heifer. And he is NO rock star. SIGH!
And more importantly … who does this? This is SO rude. I have liked plenty of guys who have not liked me back. I don’t go all psycho single desi girl on them. You know what is even sadder? He’s not anyone I like and as the dust begins to settle --- his comments begin to make me feel bad about myself. I mean, what did I do to him? He is the one who did one wacky thing after another and now he is making me feel bad about my looks?
What is wrong with me? Why don’t I stick up for myself? Why I am dating desi – if this is all that is out there, flashers, freaks, the emotionally disturbed?
This is it – I don’t care if my parents and rellies in Delhi want me to marry desi. I am no longer down with brown. Enough is enough. This is THE LAST desi date I go on. I deserve more than this.
So gross. So defeated. So done.