Remember when I said that I often find that I don't have anyone to talk to when I'm in a crisis? Well, it's like The Almighty heard me whining and sent me someone. It's more like this someone has taken it upon himself to be my counsellor and saviour and whatever else I need that I've been lacking at this juncture in my life.
I recently had dinner with my mom's (single) thirty-something year old doctor who is absolutely brilliant in his field (and breathtakingly beautiful) . I have met him a couple of times before, but Mother has been going to him for the better part of 10 years and they're quite friendly.
To make a long story short, Doc thinks we're fascinating (my sisters and I) and tres fun to be around and we think that he's fascinating and lovely blah blah blah...
So back to dinner... he tells me that he cannot believe that I'm still single. For some reason, he just can't understand why. So I told him that's what most of my students tell me too, and that I cannot believe that he's still single - especially because this is a guy with a couple hundred squajillion friends and everyone loves Doc. EVERYONE. His family, friends and a couple thousand of his patients too. Even the men. He's just that kind of guy.
Anyways, there was more of the back and forth admiration thing- "you're fantastic... no you're fantastic..." seriously though, you should see this guy. It's like the cover of GQ grew a pair of legs and came to sit at my table. If Mr. Perfect came in a bottle, you'd find Doc in aisle 7, between the air freshner and the 3 ply toilet paper. And honestly, if it wasn't for the HUGE cultural and religious barrier, I would have been ALL over him, like butter on toast.
But I know better than that. And he does too. So we've settled on trying to help each other see the bigger picture. He thinks I'm hung up on a guy I was talking to for a while (which, of course, I vehemently deny
because I can not possibly be hung up on someone I've never met - can I?) and I think his ex-girlfriend slash ex-fiancée is a psychotic cow and that he's idealistic and slightly delusional.
He has managed to give me some perspective on a few things though.
He asked me what's my definition of the perfect guy. And I replied quite absent-mindedly, with a straight-face, "You!... well an Islama-fied version of you". He thought this was hilarious but I could see him blushing from the corner of my eye. We spoke about life in general, our expectations and preferences. I asked him all the stalker questions... y'know, what time he gets home, who cooks for him, where he lives, if he has a bath I could use (my place only has a stand-in shower), who does his laundry, who irons his clothes,
what colour is his underwear... the usual. He indulged me and answered everything.
After a couple of hours of chatting non-stop, Doc suggested that we (my sisters and I) do a reality tv show and offered to speak to some of his pals in the industry if we were interested. I laughed for about an hour - really, no one would want to watch us in action. I get the feeling that most people would be highly offended by our uncouth non-traditional ways.
We then said our goodbyes and I found myself wondering, why am I always attracted to the unavailable guys? They're always either physically, emotionally or spiritually unavailable. What kind of a masochist am I?! And it's not about the chase, it's more than that. Maybe my sub-conscious endorses a need to protect myself, so I choose men who theoretically can't hurt me? Whatever the case, it has to end.