I don’t understand what the attraction is to shiny pants, thick striped shirts and hair that is carefully patted down to one side and glistening with coconut oil.
After having arranged to meet someone (platonic or romantic) I generally turn up alone, or if I have reservations I may have a friend politely bid their farewells when they are comfortable the person I am meeting is not a criminal. He had a quick wit and a gorgeous smile, I would have liked to have spent some time getting to know him without a chaperone.
We may meet up again and I sincerely hope we do (unless of course he reads this and becomes terrified of me).
Also it is unclear to me if the separation of men and women (for example in the trains) is a reaction to the violence or the cause.
Feeling a little uneasy, I continue on with my internet research and find this blog on Reasons to Marry an Indian Man.
Even if I try and rationalise the behaviour, after all there is a dire lack of sanitation facilities in India hence the need for public urination, looking through my western eyes I found my attraction to men waning.
These behaviours appear to be generally accepted in Indian culture, no one bats an eyelid going about their day.
We got along well and I enjoyed his company, until is philandering ways became apparent. It felt like he was a little boy hiding from his mother, not the strapping man that I had thought he was.
Even at that point, he cowered and seemed incapable of admitting and facing the truth of his own behaviour. I recently arranged to catch up with an intelligent man I had come across, but on our first meeting he brought along a female friend.
After chatting to a few men online, it seemed that most were far more interested in my citizenship than who I was, which is an immediate fail.