Marriage Proposals

No. I'm not in Armenia...yet. At this point it is t-minus 1 and a half days till my departure. I've been pretty busy these last couple of days, packing the essentials and desperately learning various Eastern Armenian phrases (One Western Armenian phrase I attempted to translate into Eastern Armenian for my mother ended with me telling her to do something less than desirable to herself...needless to say, I am going to offend someone...I feel it in my bones).

I digress, let us shift to the subject of this post, which is of course, recieving marriage proposals. Along with the assertion that immodium will be a necessary good while in Yerevan, the stream of advice from people is accompanied by, what I initially believed to be a version of the throwaway/filler 'you-will-have-a-great-experience' or more appropriately 'people-over-there-will-love-you' statement in a conversation, when I began to notice a somewhat alarming yet amusing pattern:

Lady-Advice Giver # 1: Oh yeah, those young (or old) Armenian men are going to be proposing to you left and right, so watch out.
Kathryn: (comfortably laughs) That is hilarious, you should go on the road with that incredibly funny joke. People will line up on the streets to hear that amazing joke. When I repeat this lolz-inducing riddle of sorts I will give you the credit for it, that is for sure.

Later that week...
L-A G #2: Those Armenian men are very pushy, you know, they are going to ask you to marry them!
K: (lets out a nervous laugh that still exhibits a degree of confidence in the previous statement's throwaway status...my laughs are like species of animals...there are thousands of kinds and nuanances that only a trained professional can see in order to differentiate them) Oh, heh, well okay I will definitely keep that in mind. You can count on me on staying vigilant in my refusal of their advances. Yeah.

The next week...
Cousin Quastana: Dood. Get a fricken ring on that all important finger before you go out and brace yourself for ultimate marriage proposal bombardment.
K: (furrows brow, no laugh) Dang. I thought I just had to bring immodium.


Who knows? I might just fall for the love-vodoo magic of a Hayastansti proposal and bless everyone with a new addition to the family.