I’m 26 years old – I’m officially inching towards my upper 20′s, and straddling the line between marriage and “torshideh” – any day now my mom is going to ask me to move in with her because I’m past my prime for a husband.
My parents are always hesitant to ask me about dating. They know I’m going to reply with that exasperated sigh and an annoyed “stop asking me stupid questions” response.
Part of me hates getting their hopes up if I am seeing someone and the other part hates hearing their obvious disappointment if I’m not seeing someone.
It’s a lose-lose situation.
Their voice drops three octaves lower and they say,
“So azizam, are you seeing any-vone?” Continue reading