Well, we can successfully rule out prospective #3 (online
guy). Apparently my inability to communicate via the internet and repeatedly
going off travelling this summer did not suit his (lack of) tolerance for
‘flaky people’. Balls. I’m not flaky, but yes I am notoriously useless at
online stuff. In fact, in true flaky form I have failed to reply to him to
apologise.
Prospective #4 is definitely
out of the picture now. In the end my brother did speak to my parents in a bid
to rule out all freshies. Good job bro. I’m assuming his involvement in this
process, given he is 7 years younger than me, is not so much out of love and
adoration but more that he is on the hunt for a super fun epic brother in law.
Well it’s a mutually beneficial agenda so I’m ok with him sticking his nose in!
So really that leaves prospective #2. Ahh prospective 2...
Before I went off on my epic travels we spent a lot of time in comms with each
other. Lots of time. Too much time for my liking but enough time for me to think:
hey, well, you’re the one instigating all of this communication- what’s going
on here? I thought we weren’t a good match? What does this mean, what does this
meaaaaannnn?
Courtesy of jet-lag I’m too tired to care about what it
means at this moment in time. I am yet to inform him that I am back from my
travels. As soon as I muster up the energy my grand plan is to perform istikharah.
If Allah gives me the go ahead then I will do something about prospective #2.
If He doesn’t give me the go ahead then I will save myself a text-message and forget
the whole thing.
Thanks to ‘A Muslimah’s’ great suggestion I have started to
talk to more people to get them on board with my grand plan to complete half my
deen. (PS read her awesome blog: http://muslimamusing.blogspot.co.uk/).
So whilst visiting my cousins I announced over dinner that I was on the search.
They initially expressed total surprise having been under the assumption that
as my little sister got married first, that I must have been too
career-consumed and rejecting men left right and centre in a bit to
complete my quest to become supreme
dictator of the world. I corrected them accordingly: man, babies, then supreme
dictator of the world. Not: supreme dictator of the world, man, and if my
ovaries haven’t collapsed by then: babies.
It turned out that my long lost cousin has a
set-people-up-for-marriage-non-profit-business on the side and in true
professional form, she proceeded to email me a list of men, their demographic
details and other interesting information about them. My job is to explain what
I want and what I definitely don’t want, based on the examples she has
provided. Excellent!! My cousins are totally on board!! So again on A Muslimah’s
suggestion and my cousin’s I will begin formulating an ‘essential’, ‘desirable’
and ‘no freaking way’ list. Back to those lists.... So far all I got in ‘essential’
is: Muslim and Man.
That narrows it down to a few million right?
