Since I can only take so much rejection, I have decided to remain single by choice now rather than by infliction, unless a miracle occurs and lets face it…miracles don’t happen to cynical people or for that matter to anyone.
So for my 34th Birthday, I celebrated by protesting, a non-celebration celebration, who wants to celebrate turning 34 anyway? I worked late and as a treat for my surviving 34 years in this world I took myself home to
By force of habit I always ask for a Café Latté and I always get the same puzzled looks; café weshnou (1)? After that reaction I don’t dare ask if they have skimmed milk, so I have the Algerian version which is Café crème or a nous-nous café(2) at Sidi Yaya…where else. So a few of those lovely beverages, several hours in traffic, many pointless police check-points, and 4 days later I was back in London pondering the course of my life here, its all about work, gym, music, friends, good wine sorry I mean gazouz (3) and obviously maintaining celibacy, so far it has been a blast.
I met someone on the flight over to Algeria last week, of course he wasn’t my type, he was the type of guy I would make quite obviously sure that everybody knew he wasn’t my boyfriend by probably giving him a few pats on the back, laughing out loud and wear my hair crazy but purely based on curiosity I ended up giving him my number and accepted to go on a date with him – Ah the things you do in the name of research.
I could read him like an open book, admitting I was 34, I could see him running a movie in his minds eye “she must be promiscuous, drinks, is far too independent and most probably desperate which spells easy lay for him or must not marry” I too have had a vision of how this is going to develop, its probably too soon to tell but in my head it goes something like this:
Me: I don’t think this is going to work, let’s just keep it here and no I don’t want to remain friends
Him: “Profanities”…Algerian girls are the all same; I am going to marry a European
Him: Yeah you have nothing to say…”profanities”… “more profanities”…you’ll never get married, nobody will marry you…”profanities”…BAYRA(4)
So there you have it.
Another friend (5) said Dz-Chick I am going to introduce you to a friend of mine but he is very very fussy, and he may not like you …not like me? Have you seen me? Lol Best comedy moment ever…ah how I laughed, turns out he was right his friend didn’t like me based on his pre-judgement of my facebook profile. I could picture him going through my photo albums making mental notes – “Do not introduce to parents” “must not marry” “do not start”.
So this shows my “friends” feeble attempt at setting me up was mediocre, miscalculated or just plain spiteful because he couldn’t have me himself (in the past). Why try to set up two people you know certain of not reaching a meagre 30% match. May I remind you that my criteria is not just Algerian, there is a list which I would like to point out, it includes not resembling the elephant man or being diagnosed with deep paranoia psychosis.
I don’t know who is giving 34 a bad reputation but just because women get older, it doesn’t make them desperate, au contraire; it makes us choosy, knowledgeable and sure. Have you not heard that women are like wine they get better with age?(6)
So another year has gone by and I am still here writing my “single women” blog – don’t you just love consistency?
(2) half-half = referring to "half coffee and half milk" drink