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Last Saturday was my sister’s formal engagement, wherein the family of the groom finally met us, the family which my sister was careful not to reveal until the last possible inextricable moment. The meeting scene was actually funny, if not a little pathetic because of the awkward silence that permeated around the room after introductions were made. Little, uncomfortable smiles were passed around the room as we sat down for two minutes before the waiter came in and informed us that we can now get our food from the buffet table. And so, two shy families stood up and literally formed a moving line that circled the buffet table twice before somebody had the nerve or sense to get a plate and start eating.
I am shaking my head in disbelief because I seem to have developed a huge attraction with a short and troll-esque guy. He has a thick rough hair all over his body and snores like a banshee. What the hell is wrong with me? This time, my standards have definitely sunk a new level of low.