Boy oh Boy. Things happen when you least expect them to, when you are at your lowest point a high hits you that wins you over, thus restoring the balance of life. Umm that sounded a bit too philosophical. Well, neither was I at my lowest point nor did any high hit me, yet it seems like just so many things have happened. From a few sporadic interviews to new friends with whom I just randomly came across and the usual chaos in a journalist’s life, there was one particular thing that kept running through my mind. In this sudden turn of events, where from complaining about having no men to even flirt my way around to having a one too many, I still wondered where was that man – the narcissistic, oh-I-don’t-have-time yet classy and sweet one.
As I admired the looks of one of my interviewees, a colleague sitting next to me said, “Oh stop being a flirt all the time.” Umm okay, I’m just 22, a girl who’s out there weighing the options available to her, so why can’t I be one? Hold on, I’m not saying I’m coming onto guys, but what’s wrong with just saying (Mind you, only in my mind), “Hey there you beauty with blue eyes would you be mine?”. Umm on a second thought strike off the blue eyes, a recent encounter with someone with blue eyes actually scared the hell out of me.
So coming back to the point, amidst the “Let’s meet for coffee” and “I just can’t wait to meet you again”, I stopped for a second and thought about the one who would drive down even at 3 in the night and just pop open a bottle of the best scotch around town, say cheers, trick me into gulping it down, yet never ever even hold my hand in case he sends off a wrong signal. I think that’s what struck me about him. He would wander into my dreary days with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of whisky in the other, talk about the randomest things in the world, take me out for a spin and in between two jokes, would just reveal a new side to his personality. But then that’s not what attracted me, what did was how everytime the drunk me would jump out onto the road, the drunk yet alert him would shout and then politely ask me to come back. And as I would request to go to the nearest medical shop (just three steps away) to get more coke to dilute my drink, he would insist on coming with me but on the way would never forget to say “Imagine what people would think, a guy and a girl going to a medical shop in the middle of the night”. As he would be pouring out drinks, he wouldn’t always make one for me, that made the difference. Don’t take me the wrong way, if a girl can drink she can surely make her own drink and sometimes you can “offer” to make one for her.
Now hold on, here comes the part that confuses me. After all that, he would disappear. For months together. So, I have met the guy thrice or just about four times and every time he seems to be a mix of the completely stupid teenager who’s not afraid to go all gentlemanly on girls. But then it all goes out in a poof. I haven’t met him for so many months now, yet sometime as a guy bores me to death I think about the laugh I shared with him. It’s strange how sometimes someone’s annoying ignorance can actually make you want them more. Maybe he was just a guy looking at having a good time and then got busy on his own thing.
And yet here I am, pinging my best friend continuously and just asking if I should or should not text him. She says yes, yet I’m too scared to hit send. Because just like him, even I’m the narcissistic one who just can’t take rejection.
And while I’m typing this down furiously, I’m hoping against hope that I don’t sound like a desperate woman who just wants some “fun”. Nope, I just want the good time I spent with him to visit me more frequently. The little butterflies in my stomach that would go crazy every time someone said his name, to just not be so sane when I hear someone else’s and not dismiss them just for the stupid sms language they use or for approaching me way too easily.
Well, until next time then stranger.
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