The weird and the complex. They don't go out.
XY:it's weird,u know.
XX: what is? that ur a close match to the guy i wanna go out with, nd still we're not together?
XY: NO. that's complex. so complex that i'd rather sky dive than try to think of an explanation for it. pataa ni.
XX: it's nt that complex. think bout it nd tell me tomorrow. Abhi, I gotta go.
You know what? I think I knew the reason already, but i dint say it because of the only reason I don't say things: I wasn't sure.
She gave me one night to think about it. I could be sure. Although I knew I had the whole next day to "Think about it". But it was agony i couldn't prolong.
Down to the reason, however.
I have always had this feeling that bandiyaan think I'm over ready for a thing as delicate as a relationship. That I'll smother her if we go out. That the intensity will ruin both our lives.
They're right, and not because they're ladies, but because I agree.
But the point is not why I’m not ready, or over-ready. The point is why would she hold back when she's been talking to a guy she could go out with, for so long. This was what I gave my whole night to.
I couldn't zero in on the perfect answer, but I short listed 4 most probable.
PLEASE REMEMBER: Even God can't fathom what goes on inside a woman.
But ‘He’ tried in the following lines :D
1. Pyar ke side effects
She's been committed passionately, completely, and religiously once. And she's been out of it. She may deny it, but I think she's scared of her next boyfriend being what her ex was. She doesn't want to dig into ice cream tubs again. Even though they're low-fat.
2. The career woman in her holds back.
It's not love I see. It's like she can forecast a flowchart: Girl goes out-is happy-but not focussed-1 year later, she ends up heartbroken, and not an IAS.
The thought scares her so much that she goes Hollywood...If the guy can't wait an year, I’ll wait. For another guy :P
3. All men are fuckin' pigs.
When you're talking to a girl for over 2 years (1 yr out of which she's been single) and still not going out, bells ring. And if you're one of her very very few male friends, the logic is inevitable. It has to be one out of:
1. All men are fuckin' sex starved pigs.
2. You're her gay teddy bear.
I'd turn my suicide note into real, if it's the latter. Right now.
4. I'm not just there. And never will be.
I started this thing with a dialogue about me being a "close match....". Is that the catch? I mean there's always been this "you-are-just-a-friend-sumit-and-I-want-to-talk-to-you (but-ur-so-ugly-I've-never-ever-thought-of-going-out-with-you) thing running up and down my brain cell membranes.
Is this true? Is it true that maybe I AM her gay teddy bear?
*wide-eyed-can't-believe-it-expression*





