The "matchmaking meet"

I had my first pahaNe-dakhavaNe session yesterday. I'd already posted that I was very nervous, and the jitters grew as the hour approached. At 5.30 I could hardly keep still. There was no reason really to be so jumpy, but first-timer's nerves are always like that. Aai and Mru told me to change into something more presentable, dressed as I was in faded jeans and old shirt which they found unacceptable. I changed after much persuasion.

The girl and her parents arrived punctually at 6. She was quite tall, about 5'4", and looked somewhat better than her photo suggested. But still her face wasn't all that special. We all settled down in the living room, and both parties were at pains to break the ice. After the usual banter about the weather (which had suddenly become very cold), the two of us were sent into the bedroom to have a private talk.

To say more about her: she was quite fair and had the typical KoBra ghaaray doLay. She had left the body-shopper company she'd mentioned in her mail and joined a smaller networking-oriented company. Opportunities to go to the US were pretty limited for her, but she said she wouldn't mind if she were asked to go there. She wouldn't say whether she wanted to settle down there, or go on a short-term work basis. She asked PLENTY of questions about my company - even down to what the payscales were! I tried to be as open as possible and asked her quite a lot of questions about herself, but her answers were pretty short. The main thing was she asked VERY LITTLE about myself - mainly limited to some brief questions about my schooling, my MS and what kind of movies I liked. I kept waiting for her to ask something more, but the questions never came. After about 25 minutes, after our snacks, and after a moment or two of awkward silence, the question came: "Have you finished asking me questions?" I was amazed... no stunned. But there was nothing else to do or say, so I agreed and we went outside. After a few more minutes of random conversation, they were ready to leave.

In conclusion, it's definitely a reject from my side. This is the first reject I have given after meeting a prospective girl. Earlier rejects had been based either on photographs or mismatch of patrika. Let's see how many more of these programs I have.