The men are organized to be in a staggered age group (so they’ll be at least 2 years older than us, if that makes sense).
And now I have to make idle conversation with jerky B until they start. They actually had the gentlemen move down before we started, so at least I don’t have to talk to B anymore. I met a lot of doctors during this night and, I have to say, I was surprised. I was surprised because, at least from what I’ve seen, doctors are snagged pretty quickly in the matrimonial scene. He tells us that you shouldn’t expect to fall in love tonight (even my romantic nature knew that going in), that he won’t be performing marriages, and that the families should realize that, too. I met a few guys from Canada who were surprised when I said I would prefer to stay in the US (yay, America! Example: one guy I met asked me my ethnicity and I said Pakistani. He seemed unconvinced (and clearly was not listening to the Imam when he said should be respectful to everyone you meet) and we sit in awkward silence until the next round. Some people actually left when the Imam started speaking, so I have a break from time to time, which my voice really appreciates.
She has done this before, and tells me how completely disorganized they were last year.
We catch up and I tell her about my new business venture selling skincare (by the way – if anyone out there loves Pro Activ, they’ll love the skincare line I’m selling!
It was interesting to hear that the goings on were pretty much like the banquet (awkward, to say the least).
And, as I am not a fan of hookah, I did not want to attend the after party (which took place at a hookah bar). Some might say so, but I prefer to think otherwise; I know what I want, and what I need, and I didn’t think I’d find it at Club ISNA.