Ambivert much
So I feel that the blog is now having a bigger persona than mine. Recently I cracked a 'hilarious joke' with a girl, and she replied, "I have read this on your blog, and a joke is funny only once." I disagree with her as I have repeated the same joke over ten times, and I laugh harder each time I crack it.
Anyway, coming to the muse of this blog post. I recently figured out that even Ahmedabad has an Oktoberfest. Here it is called 'Garbha.' I mean I hadn't seen those many gorgeous girls in the most happening clubs of Delhi and Mumbai combined. My eyes were dazzled with beauty as I looked around, I noticed someone standing in the corner, she looked stressed. She was too good looking not to be approached. I went up to her and asked her what had happened. She told me that she had come with some friends, and couldn't contact them because her phone got switched off. Because I am a real 'humanitarian' at heart, I immediately offered her my phone to call her friends. She soon found them. Anyway, we started talking, as it turns out, she was into fashion blogging. As fellow 'artists,' we had a lot to say.
As we were discussing issues in blogging, her biggest problem was how making the viewer focus on the attire and not her (such first world problems). I mean with her kind of perfect looks, anyone would focus just on her. I easily noticed her not just because she is ravishingly beautiful, but she is quite tall. Anyway' the place was getting too noisy, and we walked away. We were near my dormitory; I suggested that we can sit and talk in my room. She was a bit skeptical, but then I gave my five-minute argument, that if she doesn't like it, we can come out after five minutes. We were outside my room, and I got to know that I lost the key. More than a year, I have locked my room, but I had never lost the key. This day is when I lose it, I looked towards the sky and was like 'Why?'. Anyway, I immediately rushed back to the gym and thankfully I found the key.
We were talking about our hobbies. Being an intellectual liberal arts student, She had tons of fancy ones, and I had just one. I said "I love to sleep," took a long pause and completed the sentence "alone too." I told her how I don't like hanging out in big cohorts of people, although I feel quite extroverted. She instantly asked, "Ambivert much?". I replied, "I don't know what that means, but sounds kind of fancy, so I don't mind being one." She smiled and told me that I am cute. I said, "I would have preferred being called hot." She laughed it off and sarcastically stated that I am very hot.
With her, I didn't even notice how the minutes got into more than an hour. She got a call from her parents and had to leave. I just wanted to spend more time with her, in fact, I called the cab at the campus gate which was more a kilometer away, just so that we could devote more time till we got there.
Is this it? Was she the reason that it never worked out with anyone else? Well, she couldn't meet for some days after that, and I hate texting. In fact, I have mentioned how I would prefer pigeons carrying letters instead of texting (the 'hilarious' joke). I grew quite impatient, which drove her away. I recently learned in a course on 'strategic negotiation' skills, the concept of BATNA (Best Alternative To No Agreement). One should always have an alternative, but what's the fun in that? I grow impatient because, for me, it is always all or nothing.
Later
Sidhant
Anyway, coming to the muse of this blog post. I recently figured out that even Ahmedabad has an Oktoberfest. Here it is called 'Garbha.' I mean I hadn't seen those many gorgeous girls in the most happening clubs of Delhi and Mumbai combined. My eyes were dazzled with beauty as I looked around, I noticed someone standing in the corner, she looked stressed. She was too good looking not to be approached. I went up to her and asked her what had happened. She told me that she had come with some friends, and couldn't contact them because her phone got switched off. Because I am a real 'humanitarian' at heart, I immediately offered her my phone to call her friends. She soon found them. Anyway, we started talking, as it turns out, she was into fashion blogging. As fellow 'artists,' we had a lot to say.As we were discussing issues in blogging, her biggest problem was how making the viewer focus on the attire and not her (such first world problems). I mean with her kind of perfect looks, anyone would focus just on her. I easily noticed her not just because she is ravishingly beautiful, but she is quite tall. Anyway' the place was getting too noisy, and we walked away. We were near my dormitory; I suggested that we can sit and talk in my room. She was a bit skeptical, but then I gave my five-minute argument, that if she doesn't like it, we can come out after five minutes. We were outside my room, and I got to know that I lost the key. More than a year, I have locked my room, but I had never lost the key. This day is when I lose it, I looked towards the sky and was like 'Why?'. Anyway, I immediately rushed back to the gym and thankfully I found the key.
We were talking about our hobbies. Being an intellectual liberal arts student, She had tons of fancy ones, and I had just one. I said "I love to sleep," took a long pause and completed the sentence "alone too." I told her how I don't like hanging out in big cohorts of people, although I feel quite extroverted. She instantly asked, "Ambivert much?". I replied, "I don't know what that means, but sounds kind of fancy, so I don't mind being one." She smiled and told me that I am cute. I said, "I would have preferred being called hot." She laughed it off and sarcastically stated that I am very hot.
With her, I didn't even notice how the minutes got into more than an hour. She got a call from her parents and had to leave. I just wanted to spend more time with her, in fact, I called the cab at the campus gate which was more a kilometer away, just so that we could devote more time till we got there.
Is this it? Was she the reason that it never worked out with anyone else? Well, she couldn't meet for some days after that, and I hate texting. In fact, I have mentioned how I would prefer pigeons carrying letters instead of texting (the 'hilarious' joke). I grew quite impatient, which drove her away. I recently learned in a course on 'strategic negotiation' skills, the concept of BATNA (Best Alternative To No Agreement). One should always have an alternative, but what's the fun in that? I grow impatient because, for me, it is always all or nothing.
Later
Sidhant
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