I still have not gotten over the bizarre conversation I had with my mother a few days back where she might have sounded a tad bit accusing that I had not found someone by myself to get married to.
"This is what happens when parents are open minded. Then they're stuck trying to find you a nice boy."
Uh.
Fine.
How about I save you the trouble and find someone myself but give me a few years.
I am not that unattractive that no ones going to want to marry me when I'm 27.
I'll have better clothes(those knee high boots), a more mature personality and can afford a martini lounge to look a little sophisticated.
I have to send them a few pictures of myself. I went through the 580 on Facebook and decided that NONE of them qualified for an Iyer ponnu snap.
Boo to getting older.
I wish I was stuck at 22 and wasn't turning 24 in a few months.