I love you--but you aren't there!
February 15, 2009 1:32 AM Subscribe
What are the down-sides of having a girlfriend--a woman of your life--the apple of your eyes?
I've been wanting to have a girl-friend as long back as I can remember. To no avail, unfortunately, at my own accord. I think I just want it too damn much. So help me AskMetafilter, help me find things which are not to like in women. They are unbelievably sexy, but I'm sure there must be some kink in their armour. Tell me your sorrowful tales, and I'll share my own with you if you want... it all started when I was in pre-primary, and there was this girl I really liked, liked her so much that I would carry her from desk to desk on my shoulder's--she was a we-little thing, and before I could get things any further, I was moved to an up-scale Mumbai school, which I didn't like at all, because it was only for boys I think, at least that's what I saw.
My next love with the opposite sex was in Saudi Arabia, where I did my schooling from. I fell in love with a girl named Saira Banu, and the reason why I liked her was because she was just perfect, in just about everything. We used to sit next to each other in class, and I used to try and impress her with what little I knew. But, because of being in a state where making contact with the opposite sex is frowned upon, I didn't do anything much, except beat up some guys who were making fun of us.
My next heart-throb was my hindi class teacher, and I was all gaga over her. I used to get the best marks in class so I thought I had her impressed. But soon, we also parted ways, and the other guys didn't see what I did in her. They were more into my Science Teacher, and the new class teacher who had joined the primary section, but I didn't see what they saw. All I wanted was Sawitha Madam back, but they couldn't care.
Then the war broke out, and my family decided to send me to India. It was a scary time, leaving everyone, and your dad behind, but I soon found the other soul of my heart. She was in the class I joined, and she thought it was funny how I cried in the first day of class. I couldn't help it--I missed every one--and didn't know if I was gonna see them again.
But she was funny that girl. She's the only one who's name I can't quite remember right now, although I know she was muslim, and had a rough kind of a name. She liked the walk-man I got to school one day, and I liked her for the braces she wore in her teeth. She was really nice, but I soon had to leave again.
The war had ended, and Saddam Hussein was back in Iraq. I went back to Saudi Arabia and back to school. But everything had changed then. Guys were now into different type of girls I think, and I didn't like them much.
And then I came to India, where I've fallen in love with Neeta Kiran, Deepti (who lived close by), Swapna and what was her name that I really had a big crush on (I think her name was Deepti too), and she used to get a dimple in her cheek whenever she'd smile. And the other Deepti, I almost forgot, but what a smile she's had.
And now, ever since school's over, I'm stuck with Jackie--remember her--I wrote about her here.
So, what should I do... become, I don't know, gay, or someone who just doesn't think about women. Any thoughts??? Yeah, I know--I think about this stuff too much--maybe way too much. Any ideas?
I've been wanting to have a girl-friend as long back as I can remember. To no avail, unfortunately, at my own accord. I think I just want it too damn much. So help me AskMetafilter, help me find things which are not to like in women. They are unbelievably sexy, but I'm sure there must be some kink in their armour. Tell me your sorrowful tales, and I'll share my own with you if you want... it all started when I was in pre-primary, and there was this girl I really liked, liked her so much that I would carry her from desk to desk on my shoulder's--she was a we-little thing, and before I could get things any further, I was moved to an up-scale Mumbai school, which I didn't like at all, because it was only for boys I think, at least that's what I saw.
My next love with the opposite sex was in Saudi Arabia, where I did my schooling from. I fell in love with a girl named Saira Banu, and the reason why I liked her was because she was just perfect, in just about everything. We used to sit next to each other in class, and I used to try and impress her with what little I knew. But, because of being in a state where making contact with the opposite sex is frowned upon, I didn't do anything much, except beat up some guys who were making fun of us.
My next heart-throb was my hindi class teacher, and I was all gaga over her. I used to get the best marks in class so I thought I had her impressed. But soon, we also parted ways, and the other guys didn't see what I did in her. They were more into my Science Teacher, and the new class teacher who had joined the primary section, but I didn't see what they saw. All I wanted was Sawitha Madam back, but they couldn't care.
Then the war broke out, and my family decided to send me to India. It was a scary time, leaving everyone, and your dad behind, but I soon found the other soul of my heart. She was in the class I joined, and she thought it was funny how I cried in the first day of class. I couldn't help it--I missed every one--and didn't know if I was gonna see them again.
But she was funny that girl. She's the only one who's name I can't quite remember right now, although I know she was muslim, and had a rough kind of a name. She liked the walk-man I got to school one day, and I liked her for the braces she wore in her teeth. She was really nice, but I soon had to leave again.
The war had ended, and Saddam Hussein was back in Iraq. I went back to Saudi Arabia and back to school. But everything had changed then. Guys were now into different type of girls I think, and I didn't like them much.
And then I came to India, where I've fallen in love with Neeta Kiran, Deepti (who lived close by), Swapna and what was her name that I really had a big crush on (I think her name was Deepti too), and she used to get a dimple in her cheek whenever she'd smile. And the other Deepti, I almost forgot, but what a smile she's had.
And now, ever since school's over, I'm stuck with Jackie--remember her--I wrote about her here.
So, what should I do... become, I don't know, gay, or someone who just doesn't think about women. Any thoughts??? Yeah, I know--I think about this stuff too much--maybe way too much. Any ideas?
This post was deleted for the following reason: hadjiboy, I'm not in a position to say what is and is not a good use of metachat, but this is really way too coversational and chatty for askme, and I think you mostly know that at this point too. Please don't use this as a place to just kind of dump your state of mind and tack on a nominal "what now" to dress it up as a question. -- cortex
Hadjiboy, what did you ever do about Jackie? The post you linked doesn't really let us know if you're still hanging out, or not. It sounded promising to me.
You're probably overthinking it. I think love tends to happen when you're not pushing too much for it.
posted by Dee Xtrovert at 1:49 AM on February 15, 2009
You're probably overthinking it. I think love tends to happen when you're not pushing too much for it.
posted by Dee Xtrovert at 1:49 AM on February 15, 2009
hadjiboy I think in part you are so lovable because you wear your heart on your sleeve, you don't hold back your emotions. You are not cynical enough to sweep the bar of eligible hotties. This is actually good. When you do find your soul mate it will likely be a good, deep and rewarding relationship. You will find her somewhere, and perhaps not where you expect. Life is fickle. Just go with the flow and eventually your desires will be met. In this modern age perhaps you jump start them with some computer dating.
posted by caddis at 1:55 AM on February 15, 2009
posted by caddis at 1:55 AM on February 15, 2009
Response by poster: Dee, I'm sorry -- my mistake, eventhough I just got a letter today from the big man, I mean--Matt--that I should up-date the post for all the people who have answered, and I would too, if I had heard back from her, but I don't know... either she's busy with work--she has her bosses wedding that she's helping out with, or it's family, gosh--hope everything's alright--see Netzapper, you were right on the money about the kryptonite analogy.
posted by hadjiboy at 1:57 AM on February 15, 2009
posted by hadjiboy at 1:57 AM on February 15, 2009
Response by poster: caddis, thanks a lot, man... that mean's a lot to me. I hope I do find her some day, and she does fall in love with me.
posted by hadjiboy at 1:59 AM on February 15, 2009
posted by hadjiboy at 1:59 AM on February 15, 2009
Sometimes I wish there was a mefi subsite for angst, particularly of the melancholic existential and teenage types. But just because such a subsite doesn't exist, doesn't mean that AskMeFi should substitute.
hadjiboy, I like you, usually find something to enjoy in all your posts, and understand that contribution history and your other trials and tribulations will gain you a bit of leeway with many people here - but this is chatfilter.
posted by Pinback at 2:04 AM on February 15, 2009
hadjiboy, I like you, usually find something to enjoy in all your posts, and understand that contribution history and your other trials and tribulations will gain you a bit of leeway with many people here - but this is chatfilter.
posted by Pinback at 2:04 AM on February 15, 2009
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I'd carve a living man into giblets with a dull, rusty knife if I thought it would remove my wife from (some specific) danger. They always do that shit in the movies, "Assassinate this dude, or we'll kill your wife and kids." Yeah. It's because it would work.
posted by Netzapper at 1:42 AM on February 15, 2009 [2 favorites]