If you’ve read my previous post, you know that we’d had that first tingle of awareness that this wasn’t just acquaintances meeting to discuss GMAT prep. We weren’t ready to face it, so we decided to do the only rational thing. We ignored each other. In fact, we ignored each other so much that ignoring soon became impossible.
“I met a guy who woke my libido up.”
The friend I said these fateful words to still ribs me about it. Her husband and she decided that they needed to meet this guy who’d managed to finally bring me back to the land of the living. Why wasn’t I already a part of it? That’s a saga that needs its own post. Coming back to this saga, my friends coaxed me into asking W to join us on a Friday Night pubbing plan. Oh! The good old days. When we actually had Friday Night pubbing plans. Now, we have Friday Night ‘go to sleep early’ plans.
And I’m getting derailed again. W promptly accepted the invitation and the four of us set off to the local pub, our regular hangout joint, for dare I call it, a double date? And it happened again, we forgot everyone else was there and spoke for close to four hours. If you ask me about what, I have no clue. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. But, my smirking friends assured me that I was being very obvious in my interest. Reluctant interest but interest, nonetheless.
After guzzling uncountable glasses of alcohol, truly, I didn’t count I was busy gazing into his eyes and idiotic stuff like that, he turned to me and said, “I like you.”
My heart had just started to beat faster when he added, “I don’t want to like you, but I do.”
And, OUCH. Definitely, not the most romantic moment of my life. Or of anyone’s for that matter.