Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Find Her a Match (not)…….Altogether now…Join in…..

It started with one of my cousins advising me (last year) “this is the time you should start looking for a boy for your daughter” I said “whaat? Are you crazy? She is just eighteen”.

Seeing me nonchalant she went onto say “In SL, good guys are taken at Uni and you are left with a choice from whoever is leftover”.

Jeez, I didn’t know men fell into the category of leftover meat. It definitely can’t be wine; if so they will only get better with age. (highly debatable : ) )

 

Anyway, same advice was later imparted by another one in my extended family and then by a friend very recently. When I told these little tales to my conservative mother, (even) she laughed. That goes to show the absurdity of it all. How can people have this outlook in this age is incomprehensible, really. All these were shocking ground realities to me. I assumed people and their perception would have changed, a generation down the track.

A lady I met through a friend (in SL) once inquired after my daughter’s age and when told, she said “oh she is very young, isn’t she?” I found it strange as she didn’t ask my son’s age. My suspicions were later confirmed by the friend, that the said lady is on the constant prowl for a mate for her 26 year old son- the size of a Batticoloa bull ( according to my friend). BTW, this guy lives and work in the USA and he could have a girl in every state.

Why do people assume that my daughter is for sale through me? Aren’t we two different entities?

I used to think no one can influence me in any way especially in these matters. Even the slightest insinuation to the fact (finding a partner) used to irritate me no end. Yet, that is exactly where my subconscious travelled recently.

To get to the point – a friend from SL migrated recently and she landed a plum job within a matter of months. A coveted job with incredible perks, though highly performance driven. I sometimes go see her after I knock off work and just before she finishes for the day. Her second in command is a cute guy, same age as the aforementioned guy but looks 22-23 and a genuinely nice guy with a pleasant face to match. Let’s just say, from a mother’s perspective, the sort you want your daughter bring home to meet you. My friend sings his praises every time I visit her.

One day, out of the blue, a thought crossed my mind, ‘Should I take my daughter when I visit my friend at work?’ I surprised myself with the sneaky thought, flirting on the verge of unchartered territory.

Stunned…….. later at a more reflective mood I realised, how easy it is for beliefs to embed in our subconscious if we hear them ad infinitum …. get carried away with them (involuntarily) …subsequently become second nature. Though we may not believe in them at present, given time and enough pressure… ….we could.

Hell will freeze before I go down that path….

… Having said that……..the older she gets more pressure I will get from all corners.

What is wrong with letting her grow…….. let her steer her life in the direction she want it headed?….. That is my belief and I am sticking to it!

 

Postscript: thought of writing this after reading couple of posts about marriage at a certain age and the pressure associated with being a twenty something in SL.