Wow, it's been a while. Things are well here in India. I've been busy. I keep meaning to update this blog, but this weekend I saw something in Mumbai that I really want to tell you all about, so it finally compelled me to write. First, though...
I've been getting a lot of flak from people who saw my profile on Facebook change to "engaged" and think I haven't spilled enough juicy details of my life lately. (Will someone please remind me how we caught up on all the gossip before the advent of the Facebook Relationship Status?!) I never meant for this blog to be all about me (more like all about my experiences in India), but I guess it is kind of a crazy story and deserves at least a brief telling. By way of explanation, let me just transcribe a conversation I've had about 50 times this month.
Me: ...well, actually I'll be going back to the States at the end of the summer.
Them: Oh really? How come?
Me: I'm getting married at the end of the year.
Them: Oh wow! Congratulations! I didn't even know you were dating anyone...did you meet him in India?
Them: So who's the lucky [or unlucky, depending on your perspective] guy?
Me: His name is Christopher.
Them: So is he Indian?
Me: No, he's American and also from Seattle.
Them: So he's working in India also? For how long?
Me: Actually, he lives in Mali, West Africa.
Sometimes they get sidetracked by offering congratulations at this point, but sometimes they stare blankly, in which case I keep going.
Me: We got engaged when he visited me in India last month.
Them: That is so great! So what is Christopher doing in Mali?
Me: He's a volunteer with the Peace Corp.
Them: How long has he been there?
Me: Almost two years.
This is where they stop to try and add all the pieces up and think, "Hmm...both from Seattle, but he's been in Mali and she's been in India. If he's been there two years, that's a pretty serious long-distance relationship...how come I haven't heard about this guy before? I thought she was dating people in Seattle before she left for India. Wait, didn't she say they MET in India? I'm confused." At this point I usually put people out of their misery and clear things somewhat up by saying...
Me: So actually we weren't dating all along. Things started to get pretty serious long-distance, and he came to India to visit and everything fell into place and we decided to get married.
Then if they're really bright they'll say...
Them: Wait a minute. Didn't you just say you met in India?
Then I have no choice but to say...
Me: Okay. So the whole story is that we met online last summer while I was still in Seattle and he was halfway through his stint in Mali. We began this amazing correspondence, talked nonstop for months, and fell in love before we'd even met in person. Then, he came to India last month and it was as great as we knew it was going to be and he asked me to marry him on our second day together.
By now people are usually stammering for something to say, usually some variation of...
Them: Oh my gosh! That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard!!!
Them: You're bloody crazy. You know that, right?
So that, folks, whether romantic or really bloody crazy is the true story of how I met Christopher. The answer to your second to last question is December in the Seattle LDS temple, and the answer to your very last question, which I realize I will never, never, never live down in my whole entire life is...http://www.ldssingles.com/. Baby.