God! He is so sexy when he does that, but I chose to laugh it off.
"I love cheese." I say, where 'I am lactose intolerant' was silent!
Just like I am pretending to like all this, but maybe I would be in trouble because of the same thing- the flirting, the hanging out, and such candle light dinners.
I remember wanting all these in my early teens, but now I feel all of this is stupid, like really, really stupid. Why am I even doing this? Why am I sitting here with a guy I barely know pretending to be hopelessly head over heels with him?
I have known him for a couple of years, and have liked him since then, but he asks me out now.
Like, how could someone suddenly start liking someone after being friends for so long? How could someone develop feelings out of the blue?
Wait---
Does he really have feelings for me?
What is it?
A sudden realisation or a something else?
I don't know. I think I don't even want to know.
"... and then, I did not even look back." I heard Reyhaan's voice fade in to reality.
What is happening here? Did I zone out again? Yet, I tried to present my composure despite giving out the fact that I did not listen to a word he said.
"Oh my God, that's crazy." I replied and faked a laugh.
Thankfully Reyhaan believed my words and carried on, "I know right!" With that, he started chattering again. Is he really so chatty or did something get into him?
The entire dinner, he kept on talking about his horrible experiences with dogs, knowing nothing about Coco, and not even bothering about my opinions.
The audacity to talk shit about dogs, not asking my opinion on it, and neither bothering knowing anything about me or my puppy.
I could only bite my cheek in frustration and hope that he gets his ass out of my house soon.
I can't believe I was so in love (or so I thought) with this self-obsessed man-child.
Yes, that's what he is- A MAN-CHILD. I guess 20s is the new infancy- for men who cannot act their age, but can definitely expect a lot more.
At this point, I had also begun having inside conversations in my head, things like 'If you are so sick of people who are born with privileges, why don't you get out of my house?' or 'If Privilages are such a bad thing, let's get you a part-time in a food factory!'.
But all in my head because I could not say these things out loud. Why did I even let this man get in here in the first place? God, I know you are having a show of your lifetime.
Maybe I could tell him I have a puppy and then he would get the HELL.OUT.OF.MY.HOUSE.
Or even better, I could give him a reality check that he, too, is one of those born with a silver spoon.
"No. No. No. Calm down, Roop. You deal with such people every day, he is no big deal. He is just a wannabe cool guy who thinks he is funny. Let him be, or rather play along till you politely kick him out." I said to myself.
"Really? I cannot believe how people born with privileges could just look down on us struggling people." I said to him with fake sympathy and agreement.
"Oh, Roop. I knew we were so alike. That is why I like you so much." He said while getting up from his chair and walking towards me, holding out his hand for me.
Despite wanting to slap it away, I hold it as he helps me get up. Following gentlemen behavior is not something I would avoid. As I stood up, he did the unexpected. He started leaning in for a kiss, slow but determined.
God, why did you create this genre of men?
But I had to back off from this, and running out of tricks in such a situation, I turned my head to the side and sneezed out loud.
Gross.