Relationships and Such…

Depending on where you live and what you (or perhaps your parents) might be seeking, dating or marrying Desi can be easier said than done. Some of us out there are particular about having a common mother tongue, common religion, common sect, or even common caste or class. There are some of us who have strayed from dating any flavor of Desi, for whatever reason.  Some are equal opportunity for all; race, religion, education/career no bar–props to those of you that are, because I cannot swear that I am so open-minded to finding love in any and every social pocket. I’m not exactly sure where this post is going because I’ve rewritten it four times already, but I’m going to publish whatever spills forth today and we can go from there. I’ll share my poor excuse of a love life with you and what all I’ve learned and where I’m at today (and by today, I literally mean today, because I might feel differently tomorrow).

Depending on where you live and what you (or perhaps your parents) might be seeking, dating or marrying Desi can be easier said than done.

So, I’ve been largely attracting creepers, asswipes, and a curious number of lesbians since I was 18. In retrospect I realize I’ve turned down some real keepers, too, but what can you do in the aftermath but trudge forward. I’m doing something wrong, many things wrong, this much I know. I grew up crushing on boys of all flavors but more acutely felt unwanted by other races. It just felt like being Indian was the lamest and I would have to be like 23718x more attractive to ever get anyone’s attention. But one day a Desi guy would want me because he had to marry Desi, too! Such romantic notions.

Sure, I’ve always loved a good epic love story in a book (Atonement. omg.) or movie (The Fountain!), but I never had delusions about finding that for myself. If it was real life, it was never going to be for me. I wasn’t crazy beautiful, I didn’t know how to wear heels without awkwardly stumbling about like Bambi, and I didn’t have whatever it was that made guys nervous, bumbling idiots.

Read the rest of this post on Wheatish

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

Speak Your Mind

*