I stared at his lips and started to wonder if I could ever imagine ever kissing them …I did not think I could..consummating the marriage was an even more remote prospect……. Then I thought about giving up work and doing nothing all day living with him……What would we talk about? Doesn’t he want to know why I studied Japanese or where I’m from in the UK? Suddenly I needed the toilet and I started down at my laptop.
Actually despite not fitting my desired age profile, he was very good looking.
That together with being a millionaire, I decide there was every point in meeting him.
Soon after he arrived in Mumbai, rang me up and suggested Saturday.
I thought that meant meeting, but in fact he was making an appointment for a phone call. I obliged and 2pm Saturday we spoke again – for two hours. He was wearing beige chinos and a stripey polo shirt that looked drab, cheap and old fashioned. My immediate concern was that I would not feel comfortable taking him to Olive with my friends on Thursday.
This time he told me how loads of women had fallen for him but he had turned them all down. I carried my laptop in case he was late, put on my trendiest outfit and wore make-up. There was a vague resemblance: he had black hair and so did the picture, but otherwise he was thinner, less muscly, his hair was thinner, he looked older and was wearing glasses. I questioned: why was I meeting someone from a website who was worse than any man I already knew, including those I had declined to date? I have dated English men for a year and the ‘M’ word has never arisen once., and we have done all of that.
We finally met at a café in a five star hotel in Juhu. The only thing he had above any man I knew was the fact he wanted to get married and, it seemed wanted to marry me. What girl would not be flattered by a man wanting to marry her? And here I was sitting in a five star hotel discussing marriage with a total stranger. But then what if he is an axe murderer or a robber? What I am doing considering marrying someone that could be an axe murderer? I had no idea where he lived, who he was, where he came from. How can I marry someone I feel this uncomfortable with?
But he had nothing else to offer me, other than marriage. The conversation started and went straight onto marriage. The conversation was practical: he wanted to know which country I wanted to live in. When I suggested I would carry on working he balked at the idea as though my salary was a drop in the ocean compared to his stocks and shares. He said he could buy one tomorrow in cash but stocks and shares were better options and property was a poor investment. I then envisaged going to the loo and him dashing out the door with my laptop.
He said he would like to travel the world for two years before we settled anywhere and suggested a cruise. I said I had a property that I rented out and he seemed unimpressed and said that would have to “go” as he could make more money on stocks and shares. He then gave me chapter and verse on how he became ric h and as his conversation carried on……my mind started wandering…. I mentally retunred to the conversatuon and he told me how his parents were growing old and he was worried about them and so was looking to buy them a new house and perhaps he would get second home next door to them…. Normally at this stage I am on music, films and “what school did you go to? It was odd he wasn’t asking me any questions, I thought.
There was no way I was going to date any of these, so I rang up Rajeev to tell him what a stupid idea it was. Needless to say my potential matches came to a complete halt. He said I had selected him as a ‘favourite’ and that was how he got my number. I could not quote believe this was happening as I was unaware these people had access to my mobile number. Then I got a message saying he had removed me from his matches.