starsshine

getting set up by one's parents:

so here's what happened: my dad was talking to a good family friend, and she mentioned that her son, who just returned from living in hong kong and london for a while, reporting for the bbc, has returned home and is feeling a little lonely, because he's single and most of his friends have moved away. (he's 28, i'm almost 20, for reference purposes). my dad told her that i'm single too, and maybe we would get along well together. take into consideration that the last time i saw him i think i was about 13, and he was wearing khaki shorts and boat shoes. ugh. so they get off the phone and the next day the son calls my dad and says that yes, he's interested, what's she like now? my dad describes me, most likely omitting the facial piercings and crazy hair and chain smoking, and he says that he's interested. so my dad told me about this tonight, after christmas eve dinner, and i laughed out loud.

now, i haven't had a boyfriend for over 2 years, so i said sure, give him my number, at least it'll be entertaining. and reporting for the bbc is pretty damn cool.

i guess this is what happens when your parents grew up in society and think nothing of arranged marriages, debutante balls, the works. i'm rather amused by the whole thing, but you know what? i'm willing to give it a try. could be interesting, could work out great.

i just can't shake the feeling that i'm being bartered away for a manor in shropshire and a hundred head of cattle.

oh and by the way, i'm sitting in my living room wrapping presents and drinking soco straight out of the bottle right now. i'm fucking kickass.