Mario is the
typical guy except that he does things a little differently. He takes his bath
at night to save time in the morning. He wakes up 5 minutes before his alarm
clock would ring. He stores pineapples in his refrigerator but never eat them.
All his socks are green. And he has an extra toe on his left foot.
Yes, Mario is a
little odd. But he is just a typical guy. Why? Because like most guys, he
wishes to have a wife. He has found a potential partner: Claudette. He wants to
marry her.
Claudette could
be a very good wife. She can cook rice within ten minutes. She can fry eight
pieces of fish and wash twelve plates at the same time. Her favorite color is
blue but most of her blouses are red. She could write her name legibly using
both her left and right hands. Her mother bore three healthy children so it
would be safe to assume that Claudette would do the same. Not that she
necessarily have to bear three children. It’s just that her children ought to
be healthy too.
Yes, Claudette
could make a good wife. She likes Mario too. She agreed to be his girlfriend
and they’ve been together for three years already. But when Mario asked her for
marriage, she declined. She does not want to marry him. Not now, never.
Mario was
devastated. No, he is suicidal. He calculated the time, effort, and money he
invested for Claudette on the last three years of their relationship and eight
months of courtship. Come to think of it, the latter is more expensive.
All this time,
what was Claudette thinking? Mario is sure that he is not psychologically
disturbed, not emotionally unstable, not mentally incapacitated, and nor is he
socially unadjusted. Perhaps Claudette is all of these because no normal woman
would reject a man like him.
Still, Mario
won’t give up in finding himself a wife. He has to find an efficient and
effective method to gather women. Or a method of exposing himself to them.
Finally, he
found a solution: he will be a taxi driver.
It is an easy
job. He will just be sitting whole day and savor the air conditioner—the one
thing he lacks in his apartment. Then, he will drive around looking for some
potential wife. Women will be calling out for him. If he’ll like them, he’ll
let them in. He will play romantic songs while he drives them around. He will
initiate some conversation too. And if he’s lucky, the women might be on their
way home. He will remember their address very well.
He gave himself
a deadline. One month. So many things can happen in a month. He believed that
within that time, he could finally find a woman for a wife.
It’s been two
months since Mario was driving a taxi. And still, no one would want to be his
wife.
