Have you ever been on a date where the guy asks you a question including the words ‘role play’ and ‘my grandmother’? Didn’t think so.
We had been on no less than four dates. It all seemed so promising. Raj was a successful property developer who was friendly and not unattractive. He ticked a lot of boxes. But lurking behind this pleasant male was in fact a 30-something-manboy obsessed with his mother.
I should have seen it earlier. On the first date he asked me what my favourite household chore was. “Don’t really have one but if I had to choose, it would probably be emptying the dishwasher.” Raj looked a little perplexed if not disappointed. “OK. But what about cooking? Do you like to cook?”, he perservered. “Nope, not really my thing”, I replied flatly. It went on like this for a while; him hoping that this was all just a front and deep down my love for ironing would emerge.
“It’s just that I don’t want to burden my mum – you know – I mean her cooking for everyone. Would you help out?” He asked. “What do you mean?” I asked with a stifled wtf expression. “Well I want whoever I marry to come live with me and my family. You’ll just love them. You remind me so much of my sisters; they don’t like housework either! Hahaha!” He said looking really pleased with himself. Wife? Move in? He went on, “our house is big enough to accommodate everyone. And children, I want one boy and two girls. How about you? Why don’t you come over for a trial sleepover and meet the family? You’ll love them!”.
Sadly this wasn’t the low point. The conversation continued to get more cray as the hour passed, until, cocktail in hand he looks at me alluringly and says, “Let’s do some role play. I’ll be my grandmother, you be you. What would you say to me? Go on. Say something”.
I can’t quite recall the details but it involved me getting the sweet f out of there.
Lesson learnt: if he mentions his mum more than ten times in the first ten minutes, make like a tree and leave.
I am,
Still SeekingChuckBass
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