…today when i was at the extended family poker tournament (i didn’t play), i was asked no fewer than FIVE TIMES by FIVE DIFFERENT UNCLES:
“So, when is the Big Day?”
i tried playing dumb every time (“i’m graduating in june, and will probably move to the east coast assuming i get a job”) but was always corrected for my obvious stupidity.
“No, when are you getting married?”
that clarifier was consistently followed by:
“So, how old are you now?”
i was so annoyed by all of this that i started scolding (and hence shaming my uncles pretty ruthlessly) about how impolite it is to ask a lady her age.
however, this started the day of my dad’s funeral. part of me can’t help but think that they’re doing this because my own dad isn’t there to make sure i am being wooed by someone worthy.
that, and to negotiate my dowry in goats.*
*i wish i were kidding. but i’m curious how many i’d fetch. my goat – heatherfeather currency converter’s been broken for a while now.