This Is The Very Reason I Will Go To Hell....

A new nights ago I had a very intriguing conversation with one of my dearest friends. I am half ashamed to even write about it, but I've since convinced myself it was worth an entry. Mostly because we are all guilty of this kind of talk. 

Let me give you some background: A few months ago on trip to the Midwest  I had met someone who I sarcastically named my so-called "Indian Soul mate . He is really easy in the eyes, nice and had had the perfect fobby accent. He could speak for hours and I wouldn't care that I couldn't understand some of the words or that they sounded funny because as long as he was eye candy, he could just smile with no talking and I would be okay. I think the moment I laid eyes on him I started singing  the "I'll stop the world and melt with you" song.

A few days ago when I went to go visit my friend in the Midwest she told me my eye candy was no longer available - that he had done what most desi guys (and girls) may eventually do when their most recent relationship does not work out - - - - fly halfway across the world to met someone whom they met on an online marriage. And get engaged to them after only spending roughly 5 hours with them in total, in person, from first meeting to engagement. 

(we can discuss this topic another time because I have some opinions on this matter)

At first my heart broke into a billion little pieces for a mere 5 minutes but as soon as I realized that my fantasy dream no longer had the slightest change of becoming reality, I snapped back to Earth. This feeling was slightly reminiscent of the same why I felt when I found out Michael Buble got married. Sure, I KNEW there was no chance I would marry him so he could sing me to sleep, but a girl CAN dream. 

I knew that it would never work out with my "Indian Soul mate" unless miraculously he became a Muslim or I converted to Hinduism. In all likelihood  there was a bigger chance of pigs flying before either one of us converted. Oh and there is one more tiny factor. This guy has no idea I had a crush on him. 

Okay - so fast forward to saturday night's dinner conversation. My friend tells me that I really need to see a picture of Eyecandy's fiancee. When I ask my friend if this girl is pretty all I get is "She looks like a nice girl". That did not answer my question. I finally got her to admit that the future Mrs. Eyecandy is an ugly girl. Most people would not find her attractive but I'm sure she is a nice girl. My friend adds "You two would make beautiful babies" - "YES" I chimed in, "we would make beautiful babies". I believe she even at one point said something like "It's not official, they are only engaged....". LOL that comment made us both burst into laughter. 

Who are we to judge if Mr. and Mrs. Eyecandy's babies would be ugly or not? Why am I sitting here judging a girl who is halfway around the world, based on little information I know about her? Why am I sitting here telling my friend that there is a 50/50 change this marriage may or may not work. Did I become a therapist overnight which gives me right to put an expiration date on a marriage that hasn't happened yet? 

I am pretty sure our waitress at the restaurant thought we were the two most shallow and judgmental girls she had come across. I wouldn't blame her. If I overheard this conversation  I would think the same thing.

I think we are all guilty of this kind of thinking. You know you've done it before. You hear about a relationship or a marriage and you automatically think - why them? What would ever posses them to get together.  None of us likes this part of us. 

And that folks, is why I am going to hell. 

MAYBE  my New  Year's Resolution should be to stop hating on people. 

Don't get me wrong, I am happy for Mr. Eyecandy - he deserves to be happy. I only hope for the sake of their children that Mrs. Eyecandy is not as ugly as I am imagining her to be. I never got to see a picture of her. Maybe next time I'm in the Midwest I'll be able to meet her in person and judge her all over again.