Thank you?
So, I think I have become an addict. People get addicted to liquor, cigarettes, drugs and other such things (read porn). I have become an addict of this blog. Right now, it's 2 in the night, and I have an exam tomorrow. That's not it, before that I need to submit a 1500 word long term paper on the reflection of the classes. Now, about the classes, today before the class, the academic associate told me that if I miss another class, I won't be allowed to write the exam.
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. I was out to a nearby mall to eat a sub, and watch a movie by myself (artist's lonely life). At the Subway, I came across some friends of mine. They had some friends of theirs along. That is when I first met her; we exchanged numbers. I followed my 'six-hour rule,' texted her after precisely six hours. Now a typical greeting won't suffice, I needed to stand apart. From some experience and secondary research, I knew that girls love to get complimented (not typecasting). But the compliment shouldn't come off too saucy, like "Hey hottie!" is a big no-no. Anyway, I Whatsapped her "Cute profile picture." She thanked me, but that was not it, her exact reply was "Thank you?". I mean it is totally out of the park reply to a compliment. After a couple of texts, I told her that I am not a big fan of texting. It was 11 in the night; she replied "I was about to say the same. Let's meet up." I was a bit surprised, but then she hails from Bombay. People from Bombay are inherently cool. As it was late in the night, she suggested that I went over to her place. I am a guy and ideally should have agreed. But then I am lazy too; I convinced her to come over instead as she had flatmates, and I live in a studio room.
She came over around midnight, was wearing a sweatshirt, denims and flip flops. Although she is quite cute, it isn't one of the first thoughts which come to my mind that I think of when I retrospect on that night. We were sitting on the balcony of my room; the weather was quite pleasant. But that is the case every night, that night was different, it wasn't just the weather which was pleasant, it was the company.
As it turns out, she had come out of a long relationship; her guy had moved abroad for at least five years, so the logistics didn't add up. She wasn't looking for anything serious, and I, well if Joker ever met me, he would have asked me, "Why so casual, son?" We had similar opinions about not just relationships, but a lot of other things. Time flew by in her company, and she had to leave in some time. I deliberately asked her to call the cab on the gate which was the farthest from my dorm, although there was a gate less than hundred meters away from my dorm. It was almost two in the night; I showed her around the campus. Just to spend more time with her, I even took her to places where I rarely go, like the library. Talking to her was quite relieving, I didn't need to pretend anything. She didn't judge me, and the best part is that she got my sarcastic sense of humor. While leaving, she invited me to her place in the subsequent days.
What next? I knew that she would be perfect for the blog. But at the same time, I never wanted her to be here. If it had been a happy ending, it wouldn't have been on this blog; but then pain is what breeds 'artists.' I have mentioned earlier that I am an impatient guy, that is the biggest reason as to why I hate texting, my impatience is misconstrued as desperation. A couple of messages without replies, and that it is it. I never heard back from her. It is almost 4, and now that the blog post is done, it is high time that I should start working on my 1500 word long course 'reflection sheet.'
Later
Sidhant
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. I was out to a nearby mall to eat a sub, and watch a movie by myself (artist's lonely life). At the Subway, I came across some friends of mine. They had some friends of theirs along. That is when I first met her; we exchanged numbers. I followed my 'six-hour rule,' texted her after precisely six hours. Now a typical greeting won't suffice, I needed to stand apart. From some experience and secondary research, I knew that girls love to get complimented (not typecasting). But the compliment shouldn't come off too saucy, like "Hey hottie!" is a big no-no. Anyway, I Whatsapped her "Cute profile picture." She thanked me, but that was not it, her exact reply was "Thank you?". I mean it is totally out of the park reply to a compliment. After a couple of texts, I told her that I am not a big fan of texting. It was 11 in the night; she replied "I was about to say the same. Let's meet up." I was a bit surprised, but then she hails from Bombay. People from Bombay are inherently cool. As it was late in the night, she suggested that I went over to her place. I am a guy and ideally should have agreed. But then I am lazy too; I convinced her to come over instead as she had flatmates, and I live in a studio room.
She came over around midnight, was wearing a sweatshirt, denims and flip flops. Although she is quite cute, it isn't one of the first thoughts which come to my mind that I think of when I retrospect on that night. We were sitting on the balcony of my room; the weather was quite pleasant. But that is the case every night, that night was different, it wasn't just the weather which was pleasant, it was the company.
As it turns out, she had come out of a long relationship; her guy had moved abroad for at least five years, so the logistics didn't add up. She wasn't looking for anything serious, and I, well if Joker ever met me, he would have asked me, "Why so casual, son?" We had similar opinions about not just relationships, but a lot of other things. Time flew by in her company, and she had to leave in some time. I deliberately asked her to call the cab on the gate which was the farthest from my dorm, although there was a gate less than hundred meters away from my dorm. It was almost two in the night; I showed her around the campus. Just to spend more time with her, I even took her to places where I rarely go, like the library. Talking to her was quite relieving, I didn't need to pretend anything. She didn't judge me, and the best part is that she got my sarcastic sense of humor. While leaving, she invited me to her place in the subsequent days.What next? I knew that she would be perfect for the blog. But at the same time, I never wanted her to be here. If it had been a happy ending, it wouldn't have been on this blog; but then pain is what breeds 'artists.' I have mentioned earlier that I am an impatient guy, that is the biggest reason as to why I hate texting, my impatience is misconstrued as desperation. A couple of messages without replies, and that it is it. I never heard back from her. It is almost 4, and now that the blog post is done, it is high time that I should start working on my 1500 word long course 'reflection sheet.'
Later
Sidhant
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