Blind Dates
Strolling casually. Trying to look cool. Trying to look calm. Slipping a note over the counter. Trying to act smooth. He looks back at me and smiles. I put up. I smile back.
“Its hot in here. ”
“I agree. ”
“Lets go. Grab a bite.”
“Ok.”
“This place is famous.”
“Fine. ”
“You want to have ice cream?”
Calculated questions. Clever.
“Ok. ”
Never the one to say no to ice creams.
“Where do you wanna go? ”
Casual Conversation. Polite. Cool. Smooth talker. Lights a cigarette. Then stubs it out.
“oh. I am sorry. I forgot you were allergic. ”
I smile.
“You wanna race to the over bridge? ”
“No. ”
“Why are you so quiet? ”
“Headache. ”
“My sister tells me you are quiet a cook. ”
“I smile Thank you. ”
“Would love to have something that you cook. ”
“Anytime. ”
“Can i come by sometime? ”
“Sure… ”
I know where this is going. Head thumping. Hard.
DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM. A racket. Controlled, monotonous, isochronal.
Its gonna be a long night.
- Neha
Tags: dating, matrimonials, matrimony, laying off
Kunal Goel says:
November 11th, 2005 at 01:09 am
Neha says:
This is an old one i wrote after an extremely stupid blind date!!!
November 11th, 2005 at 01:17 am