It wasn’t a catching up session. It was a date. Atleast for him it was. He didn’t directly ask me out but he thought turning up at my place of work, leaving his number, going back there thrice in his fluster and meeting me on his last night of vacation was enough for me to understand it’s a date.
I had an amazing time. He was sweet and fun and chivalrous. He made me feel good and important and special. We shared stories, drank a bit… Had fun.
After a couple of hours, we headed to his room to grab a bite to eat and to watch a crazy Seth Rogen movie. He was respectful, didn’t make a move or make me uncomfortable or anything. Like friends hanging out. Unadulterated fun.
We ended up sharing quite a bit of personal stuff. Must have been the smoke and the drinks at that place along with the atmosphere being so relaxed and comfy that we shared. And now I’m embarrassed and guilty.
I end up talking and sharing too much too soon. Enough to drive good people away. I don’t know why. i used to think it’s because I haven’t spoken about so many things for so long that now when I think someone cares enough to ask… I blurt out everything without a filter.
I started this blog to anonymously share all my stories thus saving the people I interact with from my vent sessions and too much info. Yet!!
Why did I talk so much? Why don’t I know when to shut up? And why do I only work in extremes?
I either talk too much or not at all. I can either be humane or insensitive. And it’ll be a blanket rule for the whole world. Not to a person or issue. It’s a very Jockey ad concept that I live my life by… All or Nothing! Why?!