Poker anyone??
My mum told me about a woman who wanted to see me for her son. I of course as usual told her there will be no seeing unless the dude comes along too. Shino ana furja?? (Maskeena my mum, I need to give her something.)
Anyways, the woman came with the dude, who I knew from the first glance I would no way in hell marry. However, I find it interesting to have conversations with these guys. I like to pick their brain as to what they think marriage is about. Also the bullshit they come up with trying to make a good impression is hilarious.
The scene: We are all sitting in one large L shaped living room, chatting away, when my mum tells the dude that he may sit with me at the other side of the room, so we may talk '3ala ra7atna'. Here are some tidbits of conversation:
Him: Ana a7ib il shi3ir, a7ib ag3ad o asra7 o afakir. O a3shag shay isma gahwa. Yimkin ashrab 3ishreen koob gahwa bil yom!
Me: Ay no3 gahwa?
Him: Turkiya
Me: Hmmm.... *smile* ( since I am picturing him with his notebook, in his own little world in the basement of our home, ignoring me and daydreaming while scribbling away)
Him: Ee o a7ib'ha min eedich intay.
Me: E inshallah lysh la'. (I said this while doing the calculation of 20 cups x 15 mins per cup = 5 hours. Poor dude thinks I am gonna spend 5 hours of my life walking up and down the stairs of the basement making him coffee while he writes poetry. Yes that IS what I want from my life! Idiot!)
So here basically what he is saying, is that he wants to do his own thing, while I of course as a woman have no life other than to please his whims, and that he wants to write poetry while staring deep into my eyes, in between me getting him cups of coffee of course.
Him: 3indich sadeegat?
Me: Ee akeed (had to bite my tongue from saying asdiga ba3ad)
Him: Ee bes ana 3indy shar6, sadeegatich ma itkalmeenhum ila min il 5-7. Ghayra aby wagtich iykoon lee
Me: Inshallah khayr (while trying not to laugh in his face)
From this request I got that he thinks as a 'simple' woman, I would in no way be able to define for myself how to take care of my man, and need to have rules in place to keep me in check. You would think I had accepted to marry the idiot!
Me: 3indik mani3 ina ni6la3 ka majmoo3a?
Him: Ishlown ya3ny?
Me: Mathalan, ana ma3ak, ma3a sadeegik o murta, inroo7 ba7ar mathalan
Him: Lysh? Ana awadeech kil mukan.
Me: E bes 3ashan itkoon jam3a
Him: La mala da3y
Me: E bes awnas itha sirna yam3a
Him: La la mala da3y
Me: ZAIN BALA NABY NIL3AB KOUT BU 4!?!?
Yes I actually said those exact words. Need I say more?