I would like to add another story from my past to the list. This one won't be as mellow as the last one. I promise.
How about getting to the awkward years of my teenage?
I have to say... i was never skinny. I mean i was skinny some time back, but never in school. I was very open minded, keen to know more, fun to be around, intelligent and a lot of other things, but, never thin. This always took a toll on my self esteem, as my crushes never seemed to notice me.
One such a crush happened to be in my class when i was in (i am gonna guess this one) the eighth standard. I'm not sure, but i was in the senior section since we were allowed in the big library. Which is where this incident took place.
We had a weekly system of borrowing an returning books and a lot of people used to take extra books under the students' names who were not so keen on studying. This was a regular habit for me, since i had no social obligations, i used up my free time listening to the radio and sliding through numerous pages of novels.
One such library day, i wanted to borrow an extra book and was out of people to smuggle it under. So, i scanned the room and noticed my crush. He was a short guy, with creamy white skin and a ripped body. (ok, so maybe this was not eighth). Any way, he was a bashing up a dorky looking boy with a book, laughing at his plight. (Sigh, the smile).
A passing bird told me he had not used his library card in months, and was free, if i was still looking for some one's name to borrow the book on. I didn't want to disturb him kicking the poor dweeb's stomach, so i waited a little and almost fifteen minutes passed by as i kept staring at him. He must have noticed me staring, since he stopped beating up the kid and stared back at me. It seemed like an eternity (But i am sure, it happened for a second). I had to poke the bear now, or it was never.
I took a deep breath and went upto him. All i had to say was, "will you issue this book out for me please." I kept repeating the line in my head as i moved towards him.
I reached about ten steps away from him and tried to call him out. "Hey" i spoke timidly, "hey" i said again. he looked up. I took in all the air i could fill into my lungs and out came a husky voice, " Will you get this book issued for me?"
The voice was right out of a shady light - porn starring yours truly. I have to be honest with you, this was the only time in the 24 years i have been on this planet have i talked in that deep voice. It was hoarse, and seemed welcoming in a very raunchy way. It made my skin crawl as the words left my lips. However, again, it must have been me, I must've thought too much into the situation. He took the book from my hands and in his oh-so-sweet voice and boyishly good-looking smirk, said, " Sure babe, anything for you." (also, i have come across this line being said to me a lot of times, it has also resulted in me down a rut at some point after being spoken to. It's cursed, i guess.)
At this point i must have been drooling, since he laughed a bit and then took the book to the check out counter, once he was done, he called out my name. I, from the other end of the hall, had a surge of energy in my feet and i kid you not, i glided across the hoards of classmates, some throwing books at each other, others standing in a group and gossiping (yes, this was our school library) and came to a stop right behind him.
Instead of doing the sane thing, i.e. calling out to him and thanking him, i leaned in from the back and spoke softly into his ears. The hoarse, not-so-sexy voice back in my throat, i spoke, " Thanks a ton honey."
It was obvious the whole incident must have startled the begeezuz out of him, so much so, that he jumped on his feet and turned around shaking. Shoved the book in my hands and bee lined across the hall to his friends and that was how i lost another crush to my stupid methods of seduction.
He did muster up the courage to ask me what class we had next, the beezlebub voice appeared again and made an encore appearance in front of him. "it's gonna be Phys. Ed. Dahling" With that i saw the last of him and his proximity around me. He was never to be seen within a hundred steps of me ever again. FML ... or FML ?
How about getting to the awkward years of my teenage?
I have to say... i was never skinny. I mean i was skinny some time back, but never in school. I was very open minded, keen to know more, fun to be around, intelligent and a lot of other things, but, never thin. This always took a toll on my self esteem, as my crushes never seemed to notice me.
One such a crush happened to be in my class when i was in (i am gonna guess this one) the eighth standard. I'm not sure, but i was in the senior section since we were allowed in the big library. Which is where this incident took place.
We had a weekly system of borrowing an returning books and a lot of people used to take extra books under the students' names who were not so keen on studying. This was a regular habit for me, since i had no social obligations, i used up my free time listening to the radio and sliding through numerous pages of novels.
One such library day, i wanted to borrow an extra book and was out of people to smuggle it under. So, i scanned the room and noticed my crush. He was a short guy, with creamy white skin and a ripped body. (ok, so maybe this was not eighth). Any way, he was a bashing up a dorky looking boy with a book, laughing at his plight. (Sigh, the smile).
A passing bird told me he had not used his library card in months, and was free, if i was still looking for some one's name to borrow the book on. I didn't want to disturb him kicking the poor dweeb's stomach, so i waited a little and almost fifteen minutes passed by as i kept staring at him. He must have noticed me staring, since he stopped beating up the kid and stared back at me. It seemed like an eternity (But i am sure, it happened for a second). I had to poke the bear now, or it was never.
I took a deep breath and went upto him. All i had to say was, "will you issue this book out for me please." I kept repeating the line in my head as i moved towards him.
I reached about ten steps away from him and tried to call him out. "Hey" i spoke timidly, "hey" i said again. he looked up. I took in all the air i could fill into my lungs and out came a husky voice, " Will you get this book issued for me?"
The voice was right out of a shady light - porn starring yours truly. I have to be honest with you, this was the only time in the 24 years i have been on this planet have i talked in that deep voice. It was hoarse, and seemed welcoming in a very raunchy way. It made my skin crawl as the words left my lips. However, again, it must have been me, I must've thought too much into the situation. He took the book from my hands and in his oh-so-sweet voice and boyishly good-looking smirk, said, " Sure babe, anything for you." (also, i have come across this line being said to me a lot of times, it has also resulted in me down a rut at some point after being spoken to. It's cursed, i guess.)
At this point i must have been drooling, since he laughed a bit and then took the book to the check out counter, once he was done, he called out my name. I, from the other end of the hall, had a surge of energy in my feet and i kid you not, i glided across the hoards of classmates, some throwing books at each other, others standing in a group and gossiping (yes, this was our school library) and came to a stop right behind him.
Instead of doing the sane thing, i.e. calling out to him and thanking him, i leaned in from the back and spoke softly into his ears. The hoarse, not-so-sexy voice back in my throat, i spoke, " Thanks a ton honey."
It was obvious the whole incident must have startled the begeezuz out of him, so much so, that he jumped on his feet and turned around shaking. Shoved the book in my hands and bee lined across the hall to his friends and that was how i lost another crush to my stupid methods of seduction.
He did muster up the courage to ask me what class we had next, the beezlebub voice appeared again and made an encore appearance in front of him. "it's gonna be Phys. Ed. Dahling" With that i saw the last of him and his proximity around me. He was never to be seen within a hundred steps of me ever again. FML ... or FML ?
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