Yes, I know.. The title is quite gay, but it’s the first thing that came to mind and to be honest, I am experiencing writers block (deal with it).
Johnny Lee once sang:
I’ve spent a lifetime lookin’ for you.
Single bars and good time lovers were never true.
Playin’ the fools game hoping to win.
Telling those sweet lies and losing again!
Johnny Lee had it easy… we don’t even have single bars in Kuwait.
How does one go about finding (or falling) in love in Kuwait? Ask the majority of hormone-induced teenagers and their first words are: Bluetooth, share3 il 7ub and gezz. Now… that’s all good, but the mere thought of following a person of the opposite sex (which I am not even sure of anymore) for kilometers at end isn’t the story I want to tell my kids about how I met their mother.
Kids: How did you meet mom (or the apparent Arabic Translation?)
Me: I followed her from Starbucks Bida’ all the way to 7ub … tried to run her over after we passed Qadsiya… then blocked her in Jam3iyat Tha7iya until she took my phone number while I bled the air out of her tires .. good times!
Society on the other hand… wants me to ignore all thoughts of people from ‘the other gender’ and to focus completely on other matters. Then magically fall in love with some random girl the day I go to her house to ask for her hand in Marriage. Knowing myself, I will probably forget her name (bad with new names) and end up asking her again on our honeymoon (Sorry … was it Farah or Hussa?).
Yeah… not really my cup of tea.
I could follow the path of endless other Kuwaiti’s; marry the obvious cousin. In which the “perfection of the relationship” is dictated purely by the age difference. Recalling the time I push my wife off the swings at age 5 is not a memory I want to share.
There is the workplace romance… I meet the girl in the auspices of a local bank, me as the budding foreign exchange dealer and her as the leading teller. Seeing how my work will most likely revolve around talking to technical people (Rami/Indians … about it); I doubt I will see that happening. The only woman in my workplace is an Egyptian woman in her late 20’s who reminds me of the loud annoying girl that was Chandler’s girlfriend on friends.
One my friends even (jokingly) recommended I try out the Kuwait Times classifieds. What would that read ..
Male, 20s, blogs, fixes computers, knows purg.
Where is Johnny Lee and his single bars…?
While on the topic, I blame my view on love completely on Western Media. The thought of walking into a public place, seeing a person from the corner of my eye, falling magically in love, getting married and living the American dream (Its western media! my dream home has a two car garage and front porch). Damn chick flicks and how love can be found at any local coffee house (I have spent 70% of the past year at coffee houses .. never once have I found love .. except for the Filipino lady who gave me cookies on the house). I also blame western media for raising me the wrong way. As a child, I would watch children getting into fights with their parents, and then locking themselves in their rooms. Then one of the parents (the good one), would go console the child… and everything would be perfect. I tried it once… never did my parents console me; and that’s the way it should be.
“Male, 20s, blogs, fixes computers, knows purg.”
That line cracked me up as much as this line did “Seeing how my work will most likely revolve around talking to technical people (Rami/Indians … about it)” Hehehehehe.
But yeah I agree Blame the media, they screw up your mind :/
Patience my friend..
It will slap u in the face when you least expect it.. Sadigni
lol the classified add cracked me up.. what about GSOH?
Hope you find the “right” someone
Jackie:
Knowing purg is a big plus; its up there with having a sports car.
ana:
I have learned to expect anything in Kuwait .. :p
ananyah:
My sense of humor is one that little appreciate .. bloggers and such.
I LOVE THIS POST! Seriously lol the how’d you meet mummy part… ahh amazing. haha! And about getting into a fight with ur parents… yeah well ummm the only thing my mother would console me with would be a slipper in my mouth! LOL
GrannyFunk:
I realized early on that my dad has an endless supply of 5aizirana’s
LOL at the 5aizirana’s
oy veh, schmechena!…
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they’re o.k.
If they don’t give me proper credit
I just walk away
They can beg and they can plead
But they can’t see the light, that’s right
’cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always mister right, ’cause we are
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Some boys romance, some boys slow dance
That’s all right with me
If they can’t raise my interest then i
Have to let them be
Some boys try and some boys lie but
I don’t let them play
Only boys who save their pennies
Make my rainy day, ’cause they are
Living in a material world [material]
Living in a material world
Boys may come and boys may go
And that’s all right you see
Experience has made me rich
And now they’re after me, ’cause everybody’s
A material, a material, a material, a material world
Living in a material world [material]
Living in a material world
…. aannnnddd scene!
In a month meshuggenah girls (zonas) would be throwing themselves at you..You just wait and see. LOL.. as for the falling in love/finding love part… just go for that one girl that wouldn’t throw herself at you cause u dont really want a piste kayleh.. you’ll be fine… you’ll probably meet her through friends… She would be a friend of a friend… same circle.. similar mentality.. yata yata yata.. oh and on a completely different note, holler we want pre-nup! ilmohim.. dont worry, stop ‘looking’ for anything.. At the end of the day, when the time is right it all boils down to bashert.. so dont be such a kvetch.. just smile.. live life like its golden.. cause you cant kibbutz with bashert..
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aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, ur entire entry cracked me up.. walla hillarious..
i’ll continue this on msn cause im on the phone with my sis and she’s gonna hang up on me if i dont stop typing.. also cause i think my comment is a little ongapatchka .. A glick ahf dir!
Jackie:
Child abuse is not a laughing matter (yes it is).
the11thmuse:
Oi Vey!
My only wish in this world is too know what the hell goes on in your head…
that said, if u find answers to 20% of ur questions on this post, plz let us know!
It is if you’ve been through it before
LOL!
k..
remember a conversation we had not so long ago about you not being truly in.. (u complete the sentence)
hate to say this but “TOLD YA”
and i was right wasnt i?
this post is evidence
Good luck Hun
MSB:
If I find 20% of the answers to any of my questions .. I would be a very content person. And I would probably blog about it.
Jackie:
I am sure a large majority of Kuwaiti kids have been through it. :p
Beyond Q8iya:
What I said then was true .. and (most of) my topics are written from a point of view that differs from my personal life.
LMAO!
The million dollar question.
Basically you wait it out! You’ll find love in the most peculiar of places.
There’s this girl who married the guy she crashed into bil share3. Now I think that’s a sweet story to tell your kids.
excellent read.