Hello Mister, are you married?
I was at the supermarket doing grocery shopping, trying to rack my brains on what the Iron Lady aka Mom has commanded.
Was it beansprouts or was it tofu? I remember it was a vegetable though. Wait, tofu is a vegetable right?
I have the memory of a goldfish.
I simply have a hard time to recall things I’m supposed to remember and yet, I would get sudden bursts of epiphany or inspirations on things that didn’t matter. For example, the reason why I didn’t follow up with my high school date back in ’98, or where I placed the reed diffuser in a corner of my room and had forgotten all about it.
I sighed in defeat and decided to get both. I grabbed a handful of beansprouts and chugged it in the plastic bag and headed over to the weighing counter to price.
A lady with a cap greeted me with the most jovial “Hello! Do you have a wife?”
“Excuse me?” I am not sure if I heard her right.
“Are you married?” She asked earnestly.
“Ahh… Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” I muttered.
I don’t wish to lie, but strangers who asks me revealing questions that trespasses into my privacy, is something I would automatically go into incognito mode.
“Oh, nothing,” She beamed.
“I have a cousin who is single and would like to find a potential husband for her” she continued.
I smiled sheepishly and replied “Oh I see”, before retrieving the packed beansprouts, make a 180 degree turn and headed to the the aisles.
As someone who believes that love will find its way, I am not sure if this is what I had in mind — A supermarket staff, playing cupid.
Or am I so outdated in the dating scene that this is how casual hookups works?
I figured that there are still people out there who surrender their fate to people they could trust and do the work for them.
Sub-contracting love, it seems.
The thought of letting others decide on your future spouse is something that I am uncomfortable with, especially when it has a significant impact on one’s future.
One thing I’m sure.
If its destined, it will happen.
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