Dear Friends,
I went to the gym, came back, washed my hair, had breakfast, called my mother and put the remaining of the serotonin to good use by making plans with friends for tomorrow.
But, I'haven't dropped Him that one crucial line yet. I'm still thinking. It's not just the age difference. One, according to my matchmaker, he is fairly new to Canada. I've already been with an ESL guy; filling out forms, writing complaint letters, making enquiries. Two, he is a by-product of the regime that I have fled. I lived in the golden years of Shah's reign, he grew up in what I call an oppressive society with uncertainty, hardship and no western moeurs. I'm sure he is much more intellectual than we ever were at his age, but what if he has strong religious convictions? What if he doesn't drink, dance or like America? What if he is a terrorist, looking for a Toronto connection? Now, that was my mother speaking. Although I haven't said anything to her, I can feel her perspective penetrating my psyche.
As I'm getting ready to go to my younger son's birthday party, I realize there is only one way to find out. I ask Him when he would like to chat and press the Send button. My heart is pounding, as if I've just committed a robbery. The fact that my son turned 36 today, is a horrible afterthought!
I take a deep breath. I owe it to my readers to find out the answer to all those intriguing questions. Accepted and filed! What have you accepted and filed since this morning?
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