There is enough to be talked about. So what shall I start with. Let's do latest crush.
So, there I was standing alone at a 'friend's' party. I put him in quotes because i was invited just to look nice. I was the only +1. I was invited because my friends were invited. Hence, i was standing alone on the roof. I had my plastic cup in one hand and the other trying to keep me steady after all that drinking.
I was wearing a cute floral print dress and an in-your-face necklace. My hair (now much, much longer) flowing with the wind. It was hot, humid and the cute dress was failing bit by bit, to make me look sexy, after each drink.
Since i was the only +1, I was standing and watching everyone else get into their own groups and talk, make out ... and whatever else one can do at a party. There was a guy standing across the roof. Tall, muscular and so cute. He was looking towards me. For privacy's sake let's call him- Smokin. He was the only one there with a beer can in his hand. The rest of us mortals sloshed with drops of alcohol in a plastic cup.
He came up to me and said," nice party, no? "
I nodded, not because i was being coy, but because it was just too difficult to speak at that moment.
He stood next to me.
"Nice tattoo, that's the only one?"
I looked at him. This was not right, i have never attracted hunks before in my life . Maybe he was bored.
"I am Smokin, what's your name?"
"I am Big fat Draamebaaz, people call me big fat"
He smiled , "Nice name." His teeth shining in the dark like little light bulbs.
My high had left me by now. I had to concentrate on what he was saying.
He touched my tattoo, i felt electricity pass through me. This has happened before. My Ex had that effect on me. He was another hunk, but it had taken him a year to notice me.
"tell me what does this one mean ?"
I had to impress him. I started ranting about some made up incident about some accident that had changed my life for good. He smiled, nodded, understanding everything, i am sure.
We got into a discussion about inner beauty and how it was essential. This was when my friends got out of their zones and noticed, I was actually having a good time. They started to hoot in their drunken stupor. For some reason he started speaking softly or maybe the hooting was too loud. I could not hear a single word.
He was rambling on about everyone being awesome, inner beauty and what not. I just smiled gave an occasional hmm, ahan.
Then came the questions.
"Where are you from?"
"Delhi"
"No, i meant where are you really from?"
"Urm, my family is from the east."
"So is mine!"
"I meant Bengal"
"Even Bengal has chinks?"
I was astounded. This handsome, intelligent guy had blurted this line out. I didn't want to correct him.
"So, we are closer than i thought" He said excitedly.
I nodded meekly.
Well anyway, the conversation went onto another tangent about mountains and the rivers after that. It was all a blur. Mostly because of all the alcohol he was passing me.
Towards the time everyone started to leave, we did have a little make out session of our own.
But, this time the spark was gone. I could feel every kiss, lick, touch and grab that went down in those ten minutes before i escaped to the road.
I had opened my eyes mid way to actually find a frantic boy, literally licking my face. He wasn't Smokin anymore, just another guy who hadn't had any for some time.
He asked for my number, he asked me to stay back at his place. I denied him all.
It was then i realised, I wasn't attracting wierdos. We all were wierdos. Smokin was a wierdo, my Ex was a big wierdo, the guys before him and in between were all wierdos. And for choosing them all out of the crowd i was a wierdo .
He is still a crush. I can look at Smokin for hours at end. The older, taller, muscular guy. Who doesn't want a piece of that action? And yet here i am sitting single still.
Quite happy with myself, this time.
So, there I was standing alone at a 'friend's' party. I put him in quotes because i was invited just to look nice. I was the only +1. I was invited because my friends were invited. Hence, i was standing alone on the roof. I had my plastic cup in one hand and the other trying to keep me steady after all that drinking.
I was wearing a cute floral print dress and an in-your-face necklace. My hair (now much, much longer) flowing with the wind. It was hot, humid and the cute dress was failing bit by bit, to make me look sexy, after each drink.
Since i was the only +1, I was standing and watching everyone else get into their own groups and talk, make out ... and whatever else one can do at a party. There was a guy standing across the roof. Tall, muscular and so cute. He was looking towards me. For privacy's sake let's call him- Smokin. He was the only one there with a beer can in his hand. The rest of us mortals sloshed with drops of alcohol in a plastic cup.
He came up to me and said," nice party, no? "
I nodded, not because i was being coy, but because it was just too difficult to speak at that moment.
He stood next to me.
"Nice tattoo, that's the only one?"
I looked at him. This was not right, i have never attracted hunks before in my life . Maybe he was bored.
"I am Smokin, what's your name?"
"I am Big fat Draamebaaz, people call me big fat"
He smiled , "Nice name." His teeth shining in the dark like little light bulbs.
My high had left me by now. I had to concentrate on what he was saying.
He touched my tattoo, i felt electricity pass through me. This has happened before. My Ex had that effect on me. He was another hunk, but it had taken him a year to notice me.
"tell me what does this one mean ?"
I had to impress him. I started ranting about some made up incident about some accident that had changed my life for good. He smiled, nodded, understanding everything, i am sure.
We got into a discussion about inner beauty and how it was essential. This was when my friends got out of their zones and noticed, I was actually having a good time. They started to hoot in their drunken stupor. For some reason he started speaking softly or maybe the hooting was too loud. I could not hear a single word.
He was rambling on about everyone being awesome, inner beauty and what not. I just smiled gave an occasional hmm, ahan.
Then came the questions.
"Where are you from?"
"Delhi"
"No, i meant where are you really from?"
"Urm, my family is from the east."
"So is mine!"
"I meant Bengal"
"Even Bengal has chinks?"
I was astounded. This handsome, intelligent guy had blurted this line out. I didn't want to correct him.
"So, we are closer than i thought" He said excitedly.
I nodded meekly.
Well anyway, the conversation went onto another tangent about mountains and the rivers after that. It was all a blur. Mostly because of all the alcohol he was passing me.
Towards the time everyone started to leave, we did have a little make out session of our own.
But, this time the spark was gone. I could feel every kiss, lick, touch and grab that went down in those ten minutes before i escaped to the road.
I had opened my eyes mid way to actually find a frantic boy, literally licking my face. He wasn't Smokin anymore, just another guy who hadn't had any for some time.
He asked for my number, he asked me to stay back at his place. I denied him all.
It was then i realised, I wasn't attracting wierdos. We all were wierdos. Smokin was a wierdo, my Ex was a big wierdo, the guys before him and in between were all wierdos. And for choosing them all out of the crowd i was a wierdo .
He is still a crush. I can look at Smokin for hours at end. The older, taller, muscular guy. Who doesn't want a piece of that action? And yet here i am sitting single still.
Quite happy with myself, this time.
