Grandpa the Cupid
Are you a victim of matchmaking/matchmaking parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, or other random family members?
Until very recently, I have never been able to empathize with my friends whose family members continually try and hook them up with nice boys, or nice girls. That doesn't happen to me. My parents – being very young – just don’t have friends with sons my age! I guess I have been blessed. At least, that’s what I thought, until I went back to Motherland.
Let me remind you that last time I went back – 2 years ago – my grandfather had been intent on introducing me to the “nice, smart, 30-year old gentleman” who worked with him. Alas, that didn’t happen, and the nice young man was very disappointed – or so Grandpa claimed. This time, I hoped to escape my grandfather’s meddling in my love-life, which is really just a major ploy to try to get me to move back to Russia.
But, no such reprieve was to be had by me. Within 10 minutes of getting into the car to go to my grandparents’ datcha (the Russian version of a cottage, albeit a lot more rustic), they announced that my potential husband had married someone else. In case you are wondering, that was the EXACT wording used (except, in Russian). Something inside me died at that news. There were tears, many, many tears. They were silent tears of relief.
But, my quiet hurrah was short-lived. My singlehood was the subject of many-a-conversations that ensured in days that followed. In fact, I was eventually forced to have a strongly worded discussion with my step-Grandma, during which I, in no uncertain terms, revealed that I had absolutely no intention of moving back to Russia for a guy. For a great job, maybe; but for a guy – great or not – definitely not! Grandma was miffed. So, she told Grandpa. And so, over dinner, they proceeded to make a mental list of boys who would move to Canada. Feeling defeated, I let them. I believe that there was only 1 suitable candidate. He’s probably short.
However, in the end, I persevered. I promised them that I will go to Harvard for my grad degree and it is there, that I will find my beloved: someone who is tall and smart. In fact, I made it seem like it was their idea. Genius, eh?
Oh Lord, what have I got myself into?
October 27th, 2009 - 23:58
“Feeling defeated, I let them. I believe that there was only 1 suitable candidate. He’s probably short.”
I feel so inadequate now =p