Remember the time when you could say something and just get away with it?
Please, sweethearts, I am touched and flattered and all, but do you really have to mourn my marriage in the comments space and then not expect me to make fun of you for that? *points and laughs*
Ah for fuck’s sake, I am not getting married. At least not tomorrow, to say the least. So here’s the dirt. Two impressive cases-
1. The French Harvard Ph.D boy
2. The Aussie-settled Indian MBA buy
Lets face it, #2 seems like a carpenter compared to #1. But nonetheless they are both great cases. The history here is that I have been coming with very shallow bitchy excuses to reject cases, like,
“Dad! he is balding!”
“Dad! he is poor!”
“Dad! I don’t think that guy’s ever been to a club!”
“Dad! His mom was mean to Mom!”
“Dad! Age difference must be less than two years!”
“But I wanna live in Europe, not USA!”
“Okay, my phone bill is increasing, buh-bye now!”
And my personal favorite “Can we please not talk about this for two years?”
(Personal favorite is now one year old and is no longer usable)
So my parents are obviously fine-tuning their boy-search and coming up with fewer and better cases.
Now come on, what grandiose excuse could I possibly use for this one? So as it stands, One year. Do or die.
What did I do? The only logical thing, “Tell me more about this guy” and “What’s the expiry date?”