Adventures with Arranged Marriage : Dog Guy

Hmm.. so this must be back in my parents' active search phase. They had just started to think that its the 'perfect' time for their daughter to get married. Considering she wasn't seeing anyone, or not that she was aware of the fact that she was seeing someone, but that's another story. Anyway.... so they took it upon themselves to meet, greet, interview every eligible man they could get their hands on. I, on the other hand, for some weird reason(meaning i don't want to talk about it) was not very keen on the whole thing.


Okay the weird reason being, i felt like there was alot i wanted to do before i could think about getting married. But like i said before, there is no harm in exploring your options when you are pushed into it.
I don't know about other people, but my mom has this most amazing talent of grabbing you by the scruff of your neck, stripping off your ego... chopping it into pieces.. and canning it into tin containers labeled LOSER. I always lose the battle, but the hope of winning the war keeps me going.. whenever the war comes. Or has it already come and gone while i thought it was only a battle i was losing !!! God Almighty !


Focus !


So came along, the dog guy. Now, its a misnomer. Nowhere in my entire conversation with him, spanning over about a week, did the dog ever come up. But when it did, THAT was our last conversation. Please don't get me wrong, i have nothing against dogs. Reptiles yes, but not dogs. 


He was fun to talk to, by which i mean, i did not get bored. My idea of getting to know someone via the Desi arranged marriage is not exactly to put the guy through the wringer or something. I would rather let them be comfortable and willingly tell me all that is wrong with them.... he he he (my devil laugh with pointy tail and fangs). 


The talks with dog guy were going okay, no major hiccups so far, except that i was sure he is not the one for me. For one, our sense of humor was not exactly on the same plane. If my humor was the fresh sea breeze(its my blog), his was stratosphere - too far over the head and with holes in it.
Also the guy was very fuzzy on his career path. I'm not exactly looking for the next CEO, but you've got to atleast have a teeny weeny plan. Or you've got to atleast like your job.


I had almost made up my mind, yet i needed that last nail for the coffin. Then it came, on a Sunday afternoon. 
As i was lounging in my room, the dog guy called. During his usual rantings, there came up a dog. 


Dog guy: "Oh yeah, i had a dog". 
Me: "Really, you did. tell me more"
Dog guy: "Well, we had this really cute dog. But once, when my parents went to the US for 2 months, the dog  died."
Me: "The dog DIED ! your parents left for 2 months and the dog DIED !"
Dog guy: "What can i say, i was so occupied at work, i had no time to look after the dog ! I barely took care of myself."
ME: "But how did the dog die ????"
Dog guy: "I don't know, i just came home from work one day, maybe after 2 days, and the dog threw up. By the time we got to the vet, it died."


THAT, friends, was the nail in the coffin, both the dog's and our future's.