The Instagram Generation
I have been writing it for over four years with over a hundred posts now. It is probably the longest relationship I have ever been in all my life. The girls have come and gone, but the blog has stayed. So it occurred to me that if I actually find my 'soul mate', would that mean the demise of this relationship with my beloved blog? Although, there are a couple of ways around this dilemma. I could write all the posts about the same girl. I could ask people to send in their romantic encounters. I would probably weave them into stories. Another one could be with the experience I have garnered over the past years in the dating arena; I could orient this blog towards being a help manual about what NOT to do on dates. It could become something along the lines of 'The Ugly Truth'.
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. It was a Saturday night and I was out with some friends. I might have a hundred pickup phrases in my head, but as soon as I saw her; I couldn't come up with any one. I went up to her and said, "I don't have any pickup line, but I think you are really gorgeous. She immediately burst into a puerile laughter. The music was loud so we went to the smoking area to talk. She asked for a light. I don't smoke, but then I am also from Delhi. I went around and practically asked everyone for a spare one. Since no one had it, I took it from a guy who just lit his last one. I owe him for life now. As it turns out, she is pursuing my favorite subject, human psychology. Now, during earlier times, we used to generally ask for numbers. But this is 'The Instagram Generation'. We exchanged Insta ids and parted ways.
In accordance with the 'six-hour rule', I texted her next morning. Actually, I overslept and texted her by the afternoon. After a few texts, I told her that I am not into texting. You know that your consulting life is taking a toll on you when you ask a potential date, "How are you staffed at 10 tonight?" Thankfully, she replied, "We can meet if that's what you are asking."
We met at a bar; As the music was playing in the backdrop, she asked me whether I like to dance. I told her that I have two left feet. The reason for the question was that she is a trained Bharat Natyam dancer and practice a number of other forms; Salsa, Bachata to name a few. She told me that it feels like her body has got so attuned to music that as soon as she hears beats, it starts moving. As we were talking about our work, she is one of the few people who do the job for the love of it, and the money is just the secondary benefit. Recently, she got an amazing switch and would be heading the whole department. We called for the check, she footed the entire bill saying I could pay some other time.
We came back to my place post that, chilled for a bit. She couldn't stay the night though as her mom had already called her a number of times. So? What then? Well, I know that there won't be the next time. How am I so sure? Well, she never followed me back on Instagram. God bless technology. (sidhant139, just FYI)
Later
Sidhant
Anyway, coming to the muse of the blog post. It was a Saturday night and I was out with some friends. I might have a hundred pickup phrases in my head, but as soon as I saw her; I couldn't come up with any one. I went up to her and said, "I don't have any pickup line, but I think you are really gorgeous. She immediately burst into a puerile laughter. The music was loud so we went to the smoking area to talk. She asked for a light. I don't smoke, but then I am also from Delhi. I went around and practically asked everyone for a spare one. Since no one had it, I took it from a guy who just lit his last one. I owe him for life now. As it turns out, she is pursuing my favorite subject, human psychology. Now, during earlier times, we used to generally ask for numbers. But this is 'The Instagram Generation'. We exchanged Insta ids and parted ways.In accordance with the 'six-hour rule', I texted her next morning. Actually, I overslept and texted her by the afternoon. After a few texts, I told her that I am not into texting. You know that your consulting life is taking a toll on you when you ask a potential date, "How are you staffed at 10 tonight?" Thankfully, she replied, "We can meet if that's what you are asking."
We met at a bar; As the music was playing in the backdrop, she asked me whether I like to dance. I told her that I have two left feet. The reason for the question was that she is a trained Bharat Natyam dancer and practice a number of other forms; Salsa, Bachata to name a few. She told me that it feels like her body has got so attuned to music that as soon as she hears beats, it starts moving. As we were talking about our work, she is one of the few people who do the job for the love of it, and the money is just the secondary benefit. Recently, she got an amazing switch and would be heading the whole department. We called for the check, she footed the entire bill saying I could pay some other time.
We came back to my place post that, chilled for a bit. She couldn't stay the night though as her mom had already called her a number of times. So? What then? Well, I know that there won't be the next time. How am I so sure? Well, she never followed me back on Instagram. God bless technology. (sidhant139, just FYI)
Later
Sidhant
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