Friday, March 21, 2008

Russian Brides

You know what would make life a great deal easier? A Russian bride.

I was watching this movie. IMDB calls it either "A Foreign Affair" or "Two brothers and a Bride" I'd call it ok at best. Not a great movie, not ridiculously terrible. I couldn't figure out what the point of it was, really, but I still didn't hate it.

Anyway, the plot is all about how these brothers need a wife, because they live on a farm and their ma died. It's not a sex thing. It's a "who's gonna do the dishes now?" thing.

Like I said, for the most part, take the movie, leave the movie, who cares? The only thing I really took away from it was how ridiculously straightforward the mail-order bride thing is.

Seriously. No red tape. No wondering if she does or does not like you. Sure, the issue of getting along and having anything in common might come up, but those are problems AFTER marriage.

Would it be cheating to skip all that? Is this trying to establish love thing really all that useful?

I don't really know. The only thing I'm sure of is how tired of it all I am. It should come as no surprise to anyone out there that mine is not the firmest of spines. I wilt quickly and easily. I see my weight displayed prominently in a photo, and I am totally without words for coming up with a reason a woman would be interested in me. Similarly low self-esteem? The desire to settle, maybe?

So wouldn't it be so much easier to marry a woman named Oxana or Olga?

Of course, going that route would be the ultimate admittance of defeat. I couldn't do that until I'd been earning money for a few years and had COMPLETELY convinced myself that the weight just is not coming off. After that, though, smooth sailing.

I saw D yesterday. I'm not sure if I've used other abbreviations before. She's the girl I think of as my Sally (Of When Harry Met Sally). If I were ever to end up with someone whom I had know for years and years, it'd almost certainly be her. We don't always agree on everything - she's more conservative and religious than I am for example - but we seem to get along so well.

In fact, as I think about it, she really seems to be like a sharper-edged version of our very own kee, as I think on it. Plus, I'm pretty sure - with her - that, when the right woman came along, I would have no problem saying, "No thanks. I'm married."

That's not very descriptive, is it? Well, no matter. As I was saying, I saw her. We sat around. Drank a little. I met one of her coworkers.

And the whole time I found myself wondering if our friendship, to her, is just an unusually long lasting long-distance friendship. There's no When Harry Met Sally. There's no wondering if and/or when this was going to happen. There's only totally safe NJ.


Anonymous said...

Is D who I think she is because I think I've met her and liked her but I could be wrong. Kay

N. J. Thomas said...

Um. Yes? No? Worked at the movies with me WAY back in the day.

Anonymous said...

Ok, she is the one. She seemed genuinely nice. K