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. On day one, I see this skinny, average-looking Indian man (let’s call him Mr V). He was wearing glasses, a light-pink, long sleeve button-down shirt, and black trousers. He had neck-length hair which he tied up into a smal pony tail. He appeared well-mannered and friendly. We exchanged a few polite words in the kitchen while he ate Daal (I assume that’s what it was) from his lunchbox.
During those few seconds of interacting with him, I was busy mentally assessing him and had decided that he was one of those goody-two-shoes, entitled Indian boy. And what was up with him 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’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 only had 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 I almost didn’t recognize him because he had gotten a haircut. When I finally realized that it was him, I could feel my jaws drop. He looked so good I literally could not stop staring at him!
Not surprisingly, I started taking more notice of him from that day on and found myself being impressed by the things he’d share in class. I began to see him as a nice person, and now that I saw him as attractive, my cockiness disappeared and was replaced by insecurity and doubts. He probably has girls throwing themselves at him. Plus, he’s a nice guy. I’m not a nice girl so he probably wouldn’t want to date me anyway. 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 (and has a reallllly nice butt!), 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, I’ve come off my 6-month men-tox and started dating again.
Part III here.