Talking Relationships

What happens when you take Edward Mahabir, Robin Jones Kerr, Jamie Kelshall, and Salome Boccara, and plop them down in a Chinese restaurant on the night of May 30th 2009? They start to talk a lot of nonsense, a mass of philosophy, and every once in a while, they will make an ultra-intelligent breakthrough. Oftentimes, these insane, intense, and interesting conversations take them off the beaten track and onto fresh, fresh soil…

Tonight, as the four of us sat eating too much Chinese food, we talked. Who knows how or at what point it began, but eventually we reached the topic of relationships. Not necessarily realistic ones at this point, but ones way, way, way down the road. I , for example, was informed that if all else fails, I am Robin’s backup, and if she can’t find a decent, lasting man, then I’m her fallback. Of course I stared her down with a half, “are you serious?” and half, “Bwahahahaha” kind of look. My response was, “Well then, I suppose that all three of you are my backups them!?” 

Salome said, “Ha, no, sorry. I fly alone!” Fair enough.  Seeing as Robin and I have a comic love-hate relationship I told her that she will be my backup-backup, therefore making Jamie my backup. Makes sense? Of course, this already ridiculous conversation had to be taken a step further as Robin attempt to make a pact with me, that if we reached the age of forty and were still single, then we would get married. I refused. I assured her that I’d try my absolute best to find a wife during the course of the next twenty five years. Judging by my love life level of zero, I guess I’d better start the search now! 

Again, my response sparked further innovation in the conversation and it was decided that my wife-to-be will be Chinese, because they’re intelligent (this was not my idea. I think that the Chinese food was getting to Salome’s head). Apparently, she will work for some big newspaper or media corporation and will be a book reviewer/analyst/rater, or something like that. She’s going to be the social one in our relationship. She will drag me along to the fancy book receptions and introduce me to all her colleagues . She’s flattering, tall, professional, and I’ve been told that she will “bear my children.” She will also meet up with Robin, Jamie and Salome at some point, and the three will tell stories about me from when they knew me as a teenager in Trinidad, and how I used to “meow” and sing ABBA songs in a forced, high-pitched voice. 

Robin is apparantly going to hook up with a not-too-dark black politician who can cook, and Jamie wants someone with shoulder-length hair, one single, tiny tattoo, and a piercing. And Salome, well, she flies alone…

~ by eddmah on May 31, 2009.