Adventures with Arranged Marriage : Last but not the least

I have already lost my eligibility, provided the next guy can trace this blog back to me. So yeah, why not write about one last weird guy before i close the series. I would like to confess that in no way, am i trying to say, that i haven't done a few silly things here and there. The important thing is...
Its my blog.

Getting back to the story. Let's call this guy Mr Moron. So as the usual thing goes, Mr Moron and i lived in different cities. But thanks to our moms (who could challenge Nokia at "Connecting People") i got a call from him. We started talking, all was well for a while. Nothing over the moon, but alright.

We were just getting to know each other when one day Moron started to tell me about how he used to be a very shy person. I did express my disbelief, as he was very comfortable talking to me, infact even flirting if i may say so.

"no no no, lady, i was a very shy person", said the Moron. So how did you come around it, was my obvious  question. Lo and Behold.... straight from the Moron's mouth:

He started with just casually talking to women at first. That, i think was a good step and must have taken a lot courage on a shy guy's part. But it dint stop there. As he got comfortable talking, he started flirting. And as he started flirting, in his own words and i'm not exaggerating, "I got hooked on to it. You know, it just turned into a habit. I can't help it anymore"

A habit? Full marks for honesty, but to expect a woman to consider marrying you (when she is not blinded by love) when flirting is your habit, is a bit much. To be honest, there was nothing intellectually stimulating about the man and the 'habit' only went against him. And i remember at some point during our conversations, he also described how good looking he was and how women swarmed around him like farm bees, giving me a picture of his looks by saying that he looked like, "Anurag from Kasauti Zindagi Ki", whoever that is. Sigh !

Marriage is tough and arranged marriage, tougher. Yet some of my friends make it sound so simple. They just "take the plunge", like its the swimming pool in their backyard. And my favorite, "leap of faith" :)

What can i say, except, Que sera sera...