Monday, May 31, 2010

Bedouins

My infatuation with Bedouins is growing by the day because of my current beau. I love their physique: dark, rugged, good-looking but manly in every way.  Their pores ooze manliness and they over pump testosterone, mamma mia.  Love ém right now. Just LOVING THEM!!! I keep an eye out for anything remotely bedouin-looking when I go out that Nilofar finds it hilarious and prays to God that I do end up with one just for the sake of it.

I'd rather not get into the extremes I am doing just to get more info about the people I hope and wish and will become my in-laws. For if I do this, then you may think me slightly mad and I stress on the 'slightly' bit.  I know of crazier individuals who are going beyond extreme measures like old aunt K. I'm only googling and wikifying.  

It turns out my beau belongs to a well-known, well-off family. They have a bloody roundabout named after them.  When I found out I was intimidated and asked the Universe why I was created of a lesser status.  But slowly, I regained my confidence and reminded myself that I am truly individual in every way.  I have a humungous heart that will smother my future in-laws and family with devoted unconditional love.  The people in my life love me and constantly remind me of how loveable and sincere I am.  Hadooi, bless her told me a few days ago:  أنتي الإنسان يحبج لأن عشرتج حلوة .

All this brings me to ask myself: if I stripped his name away and gave him a Tunisian or Egyptian name, would my feelings for him be any less?

At this stage, I'd say no, but knowing myself well enough by now, I am certain that it will strain my relationship somehow and I may disrespect him during the conflict.  See, I am nowhere near the end of my self-healing process and still require to dig deeper. 

As much as I am tempted to beg the All-Mighty to hitch me to a Bedouin, the saner part of me is reminding me that marrying a Bedouin is not an insurance of happiness. I should instead ask for a decent faithful man who will love me regardless and always respect me. That's why my prayers are dedicated towards a mutually exclusive love marriage, regardless of age, race, ethnicity, and family name.  I dislike certain ethnicities but at the end if it is meant to be then nothing I do will change that.  Not even strong black magic. 

Will you God?  Pretty Please.  Will you grant me all that my heart desires?
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Till we meet again,
Sedeso

PS: I've been constructing his family tree from google and I admit that I am really really good at finding out information AKA stalking.  Which teaches me another thing about myself.  I love searching for information and finding clues and piecing them together. Are all women like this? 

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