For those of you who read Part I and have been waiting to find out how the perfect brunch relates to meeting the perfect man… here is Part II
It was March this year, and I had just enrolled into a seven-month leadership program. The perfect man (let’s call him Mr V) was also in the same program.
The first time I met him, I saw a skinny, average-looking Indian man. He wore glasses, a light pink long sleeve button-down shirt, and black trousers. He appeared well-mannered and friendly. We exchanged a few polite words in the kitchen as he ate Daal from his lunchbox.
Within a few seconds of meeting him, I had mentally assessed him and decided that he was one of those goody-two-shoes typical Indian boy who’s probably never had to do anything himself. And why was he being so nice and helpful? Who’s he trying to impress? Not to mention the fact that I had a no-Indian men policy. Dated them before and it’s pretty much been a no-go zone for the past 10 years.
My cocky self also decided that since Indian men tend to fall for me (well, is it considered cocky if it’s true? :P), I figured I’d better not interact with this guy much, or he might think he has a chance.
So I spent the next four months of the program pretty much ignoring him. It was a class of about 20 people, and I was friendly towards everyone except him. I was civil towards him and exchanged pleasantries, but I made sure our conversations never lasted longer than a minute, and that we were never seated next to each other.
Everyone seemed to like him and had only good things to say about him – which annoyed me even more because come on, don’t they know that no one is that great? He could be a sociopath for all we know!
Fast forward to one fine day in July.
It’s 10 minutes before class and I’m walking through the hallway to get to class. Mr V was standing there.. and maybe it was his new haircut, or the fact that I was officially off men-tox, or both… but he looked so good I literally could not stop staring at him!
I started taking more notice of him from that day on, and found myself impressed by the things he’d share in class. I began to see him as a nice person, but I then decided he’s probably too nice and can’t handle me. And in my mind, he was still this typical Indian boy, so he’s probably looking for a meek Indian girl to become his house-wife, and that’s definitely not my cup of tea.
Fine, I’ll admit he’s nice and cute. But there was no way it was going to work out between us. All he can be is my eye-candy when I’m in class.
During this time, as I said I’ve come off the men-tox, so I started dating again.
TO BE CONTINUED