Posted on February 8, 2012
Are people still doing speed dating? Because I have an inkling that I would meet you in one of those events. You see, I do not date friends, which is nothing short of saying that I do no dating at all. Yes, I know it must be sad. Well yes, no, not really. How can I ever flirt with a friend?
So you, I would probably meet you through some obscure fashion not worthy of a fairy tale narrative. Let speed dating be the setting. To save us from the weird looks of our guests on our wedding day when we recount our first meeting, let me try to make it a little more interesting.
I do not do speed dating. Just for the heck of it, I accompanied a friend- just to see how it goes and to laugh at the experience afterwards. But to execute something crazy with a bang, I decided to wear a name tag introducing myself as “Yours”. Hi, I am Yours. It is so nice to finally meet you.
For a few seconds you would stare at me and judge that this woman is crazy-shit. And being the good humored you, I know you would laugh. Then we would laugh. With just those four words we would be laughing. Then, of course, proper introduction follows. Hi, my name is Karen and I am a lawyer. Again, that bewildered look of yours, thinking that this woman must be crazy-shit. Yes, I am crazy like that. I have always believed that lawyers have the most propensity for craziness and self-delusion.
A crazy-shit lawyer who goes by the name “Yours”. You, being a good judge of character, would decide that you find me interesting. And since in this story we end up together, it is compulsory to state that I also found you interesting.
We decide to go out on a few dates, but henceforth, I never allow you to call me “Yours”. We would realize that we have so much in common. You would realize that I talk too much, talk too fast, and cry when I laugh too hard. I would realize that you are smart, funny, and witty. That you are not thrown off if I tell more jokes than you do, or if I talk louder than you. Always, you would give me that look that I must be crazy-shit. Then I would smile with my eyes squinting, almost disappearing.
Ours would not be a fairy tale beginning. We would not be high school/ college/ law school sweethearts. We do not start out as friends that eventually fall for each other. We would meet in a speed dating event, or somewhere equally unconventional. And of course, we would claim that we went to such just for the heck of it, or to accompany a friend.
Never mind really. Because on the reception on our wedding day, I would again wear that name tag that says ”Hello, I’m Yours.”
