The Voice In My Head…

Further to this post, let’s start at the beginning.

There is a saying, “Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it”. It’s obvious that the old me had *no* idea what I was getting myself into, because one day, I actually asked my mum to look out for proposals for me.

Yes, I admit it, I opened Pandora’s box.

I suppose, like Pandora, I was curious. Perhaps I wondered what sort of men were out there. Or perhaps I thought it would be fun. Or that I’d actually meet someone I’d like. I don’t really remember my motivation back then - we’re talking about 3 to 4-ish years ago now.

Anyway, whatever was the motivation, I asked - and indeed, like our good Lord says, it was answered.

Well, somewhat.

I was out of Bombay, on holiday with my parents at the time. I had of course asked a while before then - and had *no* idea of what was awaiting me.

An aunt (who I admit was well meaning) conspired with my parents & we land at her place for lunch - and voila! There’s Husky.

I catch on pretty quick (I’m a bright one, I am) and immediately realised why Husky was there. Not a little annoyed with my parents (I mean seriously, they could have just told me), I was actually all *yay* in my mind. Silly me, this was all quite new & exciting, an adventure of sorts!

So, there I was - suddenly all alone - with Husky in the living room (enthu aunt had whisked away my parents on some pretense to another room).

Seeing as it was my first time, I was not sure what I should be saying or not - and I was DESPERATELY trying not to SMILE - I was having such a brilliant time inside my head.

Now, at this stage, let me give Husky due credit & tell you that he was very cute.

In fact, like mum pointed out later, he looked quite like Paul Rudd, though she didn’t quite say Paul Rudd, she said “Phoebe’s Mike” (you know, Phoebe’s bf/husband on ‘Friends’?) - and till today we call Husky, Mike. But I digress.

Husky / Mike was cute. Very cute. I’m actually thinking - nice, this proposal thing is not so bad!!

Then Husky asks if I want to go out to lunch - and I of course say, no, I’m going out with my parents - who magically reappear with enthu aunt. Enthu aunt dismisses all my nay saying & insists I go out with Husky for lunch. To my partial horror, parents agree.

I’m in a strange place (not Bombay, so not familiar territory), with strange boy (who is cute, but still new), having strange first time proposal experience (completely was not mentally prepared for this) and now, being whisked off for lunch.

I feel like I’m being fed to the wolves.

Still, having no choice, I agree sweetly.

We went to a nice place of Husky’s choice (since I didn’t know anything around those parts). And we had a rather nice time. We had pleasant conversation throughout lunch and then he took me for a drive, playing tour guide somewhat.

Finally, he took me back to where we were staying.

So, what was the problem?

(01) When he dropped me home, he got a little fresh with me. I’m actually fiercely private about my space and whom I let into it - and I thought it was rather presumptuous of him to think I’d wanted him to do anything or that I’d be ok with him doing anything! So I kinda pushed him off as best I could.

(02) And here we come to the reason I call him Husky - because of his voice. I’m usually a sucker for a deep voice - but he was just tooo deep bass. And to add to it all, he had this different accent (from the place we had gone), so he actually had been calling me Mell-Ho-Dhee all afternoon (say it with your bass-est voice & you may be close to where he was).

Anyway, I figured, it wasn’t too bad an afternoon. However I was really not prepared for the fact that I would be made to go out with him again the next afternoon.

I wasn’t exactly enthu to repeat the experience, I mean he was nice and all, but really I wasn’t sure anything had clicked - but all the more I was told to “Go find out, while we’re still here”. Sigh.

So off for lunch with Husky again.

This time he takes me to a very fancy restaurant. And was quite pointed, telling me exactly where he was in life, exactly what he was planning - I was half afraid he was going to whisk out bank statements or such.

I insisted on going straight home after and Husky obliged, but not before trying his luck with my space again. Not a good idea.

And then we’re back in Mumbai.

Husky of course isn’t - but he’s got my cell number and is calling me up some five times a day now. I’m kinda annoyed and am telling him to please not call up so often, which of course he ignores.

Meanwhile enthu aunt has confirmed with parents that Husky has “fallen head over heels” in love apparently (I don’t believe in love at first sight, chemistry perhaps, not love) and is willing to “seal the deal”.

Suddenly the adventure turns nasty.

I mean, sure it was fun and all - but I definetely did not want to marry Husky. I had a sudden day-mare of waking up in the morning to “Mell-Ho-Dhee“ .. no, no, no!

I try to tell my parents no - but suddenly they’re all defiant and telling me that I can’t reject him solely on the basis of the fact that he was my first proposal. What, did I want to see a 100 more? What, why can’t one like the first one? Arrgh.

This goes on and on and on and on - until I finally give in & say “Yes FINE, I’ll marry him”.

And then dear mother feels bad & relents and decides to let me make up my mind.

So, I promptly call & tell Husky that I like him very much (truth) but I didn’t think marriage was going to happen (also truth).

If I had any doubt I was doing the wrong thing - Husky’s behavior post that call took it all away. The dude actually wouldn’t take no for an answer. And then, he started sending me silly messages like “I don’t know why God gives me things in my life and then takes it away”..

And I was like, sigh. I actually asked for this.

And so, began the saga. Stay tuned for the next installment this series!

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