6 hour rule
So, till about six years back, I used to follow the 24-hour rule, that is not to text a girl until a day passes by since the numbers are exchanged. But then, the Whatsapp generation dawned upon us, and 24 hours look like another century. I brought the rule down to 6 hours. Another thing is that I feel that there is no point in wasting hours over texting, or even talking over the phone initially. One needs to meet in person, as if it is supposed to click, you will figure out in less than an hour. The people on this earth are in abundance; the time isn't.
Coming to the muse of the blog post, I am back in Delhi for some time. I was at a friend's party the past weekend at a club. The club is well spread out and well designed. It was a Saturday night, and my friend throws groovy parties. The place was jam packed with good looking people (read girls). That is where I met her. She was sitting by the side of a table with a group of other girls. She was wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress, with everything from her eyeliner to stilettos matching with her attire. As I later found out, she is in the fashion industry, which explains the impeccable dressing sense. I knew that I had to talk with her, what is the worst that could happen? She doesn't even reply. Thomas Edison made a thousand attempts at making the bulb before he finally succeeded. Perseverance is the key.
I went up to her and requested her if I could have a word with her. Thankfully, she didn't turn me down outright. As it turns out, she a fashion designer specializing in leather apparels. The ideal compliment which works across women of all ages is; 'you look so young.' So, when she told me that she has been working for about a year, I said "Oh, but you look like you like a 21-year-old college girl" She smiled and sarcastically replied "So yeah, I am 23 and this isn't much of a compliment. You should probably approach me after five years with the same compliment." And I thought that I was good with praises. She was with her friends, we chatted briefly, and she gave me her number.
Now following the 6 hour rule, I didn't text her till the next morning. I am quite impatient, and I barely slept that night. Next morning at around ten I finally Whatsapped her; single tick, doubletick more
It was late in the evening; by that time when I had given up all hope and thought that she probably gave me a false number. I got a call from that number, in her soft voice she asked: "Who's this?" I rhetorically asked, "Remember quite a good looking, tall guy to whom you gave your number last night?" She chuckled and said "Well, I remember a tall guy approaching me, 'quite' good looking, I won't vouch. And I am sorry, I was wrapping up things at work all day, so couldn't reply. I anyways am not into texting." As soon as she said this, I felt that I finally met my soulmate. Talking to her just reassured it. It felt as if we had known each other forever, I didn't need to put up a pretense. We were chatting about movies. She said that she prefers watching them on Netflix than the cinemas. As it turns out, her parents were out of town for a couple of days to attend an uncle's platinum birthday celebration. She invited me over, as we planned to watch a movie on Netflix.
She got done with work by 9 in the evening. I went to her place at around 11. She opened the door and smiled; I became obsessed with the way it lookedon
That night I had a breathtaking (pun unintended) '4 AM realization'. Lets 'Netflix and chill' doesn't necessarily entail watching movies. Thankfully, I didn't forget to take a wine bottle along this time (refer to http://ihavenothingelseto.blogspot.in/2016/12/the-wine-bottle.html).
Later
Sidhant
Coming to the muse of the blog post, I am back in Delhi for some time. I was at a friend's party the past weekend at a club. The club is well spread out and well designed. It was a Saturday night, and my friend throws groovy parties. The place was jam packed with good looking people (read girls). That is where I met her. She was sitting by the side of a table with a group of other girls. She was wearing a gorgeous cocktail dress, with everything from her eyeliner to stilettos matching with her attire. As I later found out, she is in the fashion industry, which explains the impeccable dressing sense. I knew that I had to talk with her, what is the worst that could happen? She doesn't even reply. Thomas Edison made a thousand attempts at making the bulb before he finally succeeded. Perseverance is the key.
Now following the 6 hour rule, I didn't text her till the next morning. I am quite impatient, and I barely slept that night. Next morning at around ten I finally Whatsapped her; single tick, double
It was late in the evening; by that time when I had given up all hope and thought that she probably gave me a false number. I got a call from that number, in her soft voice she asked: "Who's this?" I rhetorically asked, "Remember quite a good looking, tall guy to whom you gave your number last night?" She chuckled and said "Well, I remember a tall guy approaching me, 'quite' good looking, I won't vouch. And I am sorry, I was wrapping up things at work all day, so couldn't reply. I anyways am not into texting." As soon as she said this, I felt that I finally met my soulmate. Talking to her just reassured it. It felt as if we had known each other forever, I didn't need to put up a pretense. We were chatting about movies. She said that she prefers watching them on Netflix than the cinemas. As it turns out, her parents were out of town for a couple of days to attend an uncle's platinum birthday celebration. She invited me over, as we planned to watch a movie on Netflix.
She got done with work by 9 in the evening. I went to her place at around 11. She opened the door and smiled; I became obsessed with the way it looked
That night I had a breathtaking (pun unintended) '4 AM realization'. Lets 'Netflix and chill' doesn't necessarily entail watching movies. Thankfully, I didn't forget to take a wine bottle along this time (refer to http://ihavenothingelseto.blogspot.in/2016/12/the-wine-bottle.html).
Later
Sidhant
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