"do I know you?"

"Did you talk to Ishika?" Gaurvit asked. I replied in the affirmative. He said "bravo". This is the kind of feedback I get for my blogs. I mean 'you have been writing blogs, screw it, the real thing worth appreciation is talking to a girl'. 

Recently someone posted a comment for my yearbook page saying that "there are better things to do than date girls all the time". Well I have done better things and if you come and talk to in person, I can even teach you some. Like if you use 'to do' Then you have to use 'to date'. But you don't have the balls to confront me ( it would be funny if you are a girl because then you actually won't have the balls). The maximum you can do is go and abuse me on the confessions page because there you can stay anonymous. I don't get the concept of writing on the Confessions page. If you guys feel something, be courageous enough to own up to it.But these pages are becoming really popular day by day because people love to hear about gossip. And more than the girls, they are becoming more popular amongst guys so the new phrase should be ‘gossip guy’ and not ‘gossip girl’.

I recently attended a fat Indian wedding ( one to which I was invited, generally I crash weddings. In fact once me and my friends crashed into a ladies Sangeet). The amount of money people spend on weddings is exorbitant. Why is the groom given so many gifts? As if he is doing a favor by marrying the girl. There are certain concepts which I don't understand like the concept of the wedding night. The weddings generally go on till four or five in the morning so where is the time to squeeze in the wedding night.

So back to the salacious ( I recently learned this word, thanks to my humanities course) stuff that I am good at ( please note I didn't say I am good at writing about, I said I am good at it).

It was the ladies night and I was at a club. Ladies night is the one night of the week which I don't miss because the booze for girls is on the house and girls get drunk pretty easy. There were two girls sitting at a table, one of them passed me a smile. I went to the table and sat right next to them. After some time she said "You look familiar, do I know you?". This was indication enough, it was like flesh coming into the lion's cave and saying "eat me". So we got talking and she told me her name is Tanya (real name as far as I know, she might have made it up). After some time I asked her to join me for a dance and she nodded. We were close dancing and her body felt smoking hot. The way she moved her body was enough to turn me on. The best thing about clubs is that they are dark so no matter how intimate you get with the girl, no one notices and no one actually cares. So we made out all night long and then she had to leave. I offered her a ride back to her place but she had a ride. We exchanged numbers and hugged and parted ways. This incident occurred about a year ago and we haven't talked ever since (It is not like a mutual thing. I call her every now and then but she never picks up). I guess she was too drunk that night and later on when she got up in the morning, she realized that she had committed a mistake. Either that or the fact that I gave her friend’s number to a couple of guys who ganged up on me in the club (What? I barely knew her. I wouldn’t have got beaten up for her).

Anyway I believe this is what people call 'no strings attached' not the Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman flick in which they end up falling for each other.
No one has contacted me yet with any experience in their life so I will keep boring you guys with random stuff because I guess I am addicted to blogging.

Later

Sidhant