Arrogant narcissist

So I was at Starbucks (free wifi), a girl was sitting two tables across. The reason I saw her, in particular, is because she was quite gorgeous in a cool sort of way. She was wearing a white satin shirt with blue denim shorts. Quite a peculiar (in a good way) event happened. She came up to me. First I thought that after years those 'Axe' advertisements have come true. She made quite a bizarre request; she wanted to get a photograph clicked with me. I immediately clarified that I am not a Pokemon, she laughed it off. As it turns out she had a bet with some friend of hers, for which she had to get a picture clicked with a random hot stranger (she never said 'hot'). Anyway, even if I would have a happily married guy with two kids, an event like this would have brought a smile to my face. And I am me; I couldn't sleep for the next three nights just in sheer happiness. This is the bedtime story I would tell to my grandchildren 80 years down the line.

Anyway, we exchanged numbers; I texted her later that night. I told her about my blog. She went through a couple of blog posts, found my writing style similar to that of R.K Narayan. Every blog post has an open ending, which keeps the reader wanting for more. Because I am so modest, I went on to ask her how she felt about my description of my muses. She told me that the blog posts are snippets from the life of an arrogant narcissist. They are all about me and are a way to boost my self-confidence and fuel my self-obsession. Because she has studied psychology, so I had to believe her (as if I got offended by those traits).

We met that weekend. She is the first girl I've met who is more sarcastic than me. I mean, that is my selling proposition, a  cute (self-perceived), witty guy. She is wittier than me and cuter than me. I mean, almost every statement of hers had some pun intended. We went on discussing psychology and the 'miseries' in my life. Those talks were more beneficial to me than the past ten sessions I have spent with the psychologist (clinical depression). Thankfully, she was relatively free in those days and didn't mind discussing my meaningless qualms.

I didn't realize how hours went by in her company. The thing which amazed me the most about her was how someone intellectually so sound, with captivating beauty like hers, was not dating anyone for years. Then I applied my learning from IIM. 'Exclusivity is what makes a brand transcend from being premier to being a luxury.' Anyway, she had to go back home, and we called for the check. I have been on dates where girls go Dutch, but this was another level of feminism, she footed the whole bill, saying that I can pay it next time around.

Is this it? Is she the one? Well, I met her in Delhi and was flying back to Ahmedabad the next day. I mentioned that she was relatively free, because she had quit her job, and was moving to the US for more prospective career options. So there won't be the next time.

Later
Sidhant