Eye candy

So people often ask me as to why I don't write a novel. At times, I feel it is out of sarcasm. Still, I feel that it is a valid question. The problem is that the blog is on romantic comedy lines. I need a muse for every blog post. I don't think that I have 'evolved' enough for completely fictional writing. I still need that 30% of reality in the 70:30 ratio (refer to the previous post). This makes the blog quite extrinsically dependent, I need a muse for every blog post. Now for a post, just a laconic conversation suffices. If I need to write an entire novel, I need to spend substantial time with the muse in person. That hasn't happened till now.

Coming to the muse of the blog post. I generally refrain from doing two posts on the same girl. I have written a blog post on her earlier. It was a different city, different state of mind, but that is not the reason behind my writing this post. Anyway, I won't focus this one on just the aesthetic appeal, as I am trying to become a serious (authentic) writer. Just to give a gist, she has the perfect 'girl next door' looks. I recall Natalie Portman whenever I think about her.  While deciding on the place, I was agreeing with almost everything. She pointed that out. I in a philosophical tone said "The place doesn't matter, the company does". She sarcastically remarked, "You take your writer image too seriously".

It was late in the evening on a breezy winter day. She was quite impeccably dressed, wearing a cocktail dress and stilettos. I, on the other hand, was confidently flaunting my 'out of the bed' look with torn denim, a tee, and messy hair. Once I saw her, I felt that maybe Starbucks isn't the right place. There was a good bar nearby, we decided to go for it instead. It skipped my mind that she would be having difficulty in walking in the stilettos as the distance was more than a few hundred meters. To top it all up we had to cross a foot over the bridge which had a mesh flooring, it took us twenty minutes to cross it. On retrospection (narcissism), I feel that she was wearing the stilettos because I am so tall.

Once we reached the bar, we figured that the view was totally worth all the effort. We were standing on the terrace, and the photographer wanted to click our photo. Strangely, she refused, instead clicked our 'selfie' on her phone. We were conversing, and being a lawyer, she had quirky replies for almost everything. We were talking about the string of my 'interesting encounters', and nothing long lasting substantiating out of them. She quoted Einstein, 'Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results.' I said, "That can be termed as offensive". She replied, "Insanity isn't necessarily bad, some girls are into it". I jokingly said, "I hope you are one of them." She smiled it away. I don't know whether it was the company or the view, but the time actually flew away. She had some time restrictions at her place which she had way extended, so finally had to leave. But it was like I just didn't want the night to end.

Is this it? Finally, will I become a novelist? Well, I forgot to mention, she is in a relationship with a fellow lawyer, and they were having some quarrels. She took the photo to show it to her boyfriend and make him envious. I felt like such an 'eye candy', and that's why the second blog post on her.

Later
Sidhant