Some spiel about the life of a single woman in a metro. “There are so many nice men around” and “Happy ever after does happen you know” is something that I keep hearing from my friends. They are bent out of shape (most are in shape really) to get me hitched. The mere thought of walking down the aisle and playing house is so darn frightening that all I want to do is run a mile. I have been trying to get them to back off but they want to have it their way. Their will power when it comes to talent is simply amazing! Whew and here I thought I had recruitment under my thumb (they sure give me a run for my money). I hear about the well heeled guy across the globe, happening single men, a well endowed (uh uh) man in our desi shores, a foreigner who wants to marry an Indian, an equal opportunity(?) partner, a romantic with kids after a messy divorce, a widower, the list is endless. I listen. I receive pictures. Some have written, called even and asked me out. But what can I say – I ha
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