 I was living in Bangalore, India at the time, and arranged marriages were pretty common in our family. It meant that not just the boy and the girl had to like each other, but the families also had to like each other. Four years on, by the time I'm 25, I've met 14 boys. That's equal to 14 failed matches. Boy number one was very quiet and shy. I, obviously, loud and chatty. Never heard back from him.