No talking

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January is the month singletons resolve to kick their arses in gear and sign up to a variety of singles sites.
That makes sense because well it's pretty much what's going on with me. I've yet to sign up to any clubs, websites and such but I've decided going to see comedy on my own is getting quite old. 

It's time to grow up bub

I think my first experiences of a British Indian guy dating was probably watching sketches on Goodness Gracious Me.
It really was an introduction to the idea Indians, like me, could date and find someone on their own. Now you may ask how does a second generation British Indian guy not know this, but growing up the only Indian I had known were family members who went through the traditional non-forced, but totally arranged, route.
I guess I took it for wrote that somehow, through spooky voodoo magic, or more likely my mother, would pimp me out to some suitable family. It's what happened to my parents, and so what's good for the sautéed chilli paneer is also good for the papdi chaat.