‘Hey daarliinnggggggg’, yelled out a ‘cool hunk’ from his not so cool bike. I couldn’t help being amused at his antics. Okay, I know I am not the kind of ‘chic’ (if at all I qualify to be called one) who would garner attention on a busy road but this guy was outright lunatic and that should explain the conundrum . He literally followed me for 20 minutes as I made my way from one boring shop to another carrying a shopping list my mum handed over to me. I have to admit though, in spite of the not so good credentials of the guy (well, I am judgmental) who was flattering me, I quite enjoyed it and which girl doesn’t – any girl who says she don’t like male attention is either lying or gay !
Coming back to the plot, I first noticed him at a departmental store and he obviously did not seem like a guy who would come to a goddamn ‘kirana store’ :P. He was randomly picking up packets from the stands and putting them back – in the wrong position of course in case you were wondering. Every now and then he would cross me and give this cheeky smile which reeked of arrogance. He was okay-looking but I am hooked and booked so obviously I did not bother a second look and he was so not my type ( well, ya I have a type – Justin Timberlake … wishful thinking I know :)). I went to the billing counter and he followed suit with one sorry looking Lays packet in his hand. For some strange reason I found his picture extremely funny. Wearing a black leather – oh no sorry, a leather-like jacket and imported sunglasses , he seemed out of place and his purchase added to the whole costume. Nevertheless, as I made my way out and went to the parking lot to get out my bike, I saw him again as he took out a swanky mobile from his jacket and started having the whole ‘mamma – ekkada vunavu’ conversation. I drove out hoping I had lost him only to be surprised as he honked by me on my way to an optician’s store.
I am an average driver. I do not remember roads that well, I forget switching on the indicator and press the horn every other minute . So, you can imagine how badly I must have driven for that period of 5-10 minutes when he was cutting through the mob-like traffic and trying to show off his skills. In my mind I pictured showing him the finger – I have always wanted to do that to people who drive recklessly on the roads :P. Of course I did not do it and instead found myself nervoulsy steering me and my bike to safety. As I went in to the shop to get my sis’s spectacles repaired, I saw him again enter the store with a friend of his. Maybe he was that ’maaama’ he was talking to earlier. They were doing a pretty lousy job of pretending to be customers. They asked for some sunglasses and tried a few on and cracked some jokes and looked at me and laughed a lot. The whole thing left me confused. Was I looking so funny?? Christ knows what made them chuckle so much but I was just glad to leave the place with my temper intact.
As I was driving towards my home the absolutely hilarious call out I mentioned in the first line of this post came. I tried very hard to control my laughter but its hard to do so, more so for me. I do not understand the psyche of these guys. I mean are they so dumb that they think such a line will make a girl fall for them. This whole pointless incident was incredible time pass though ,as it made my boring shopping trip a lot more interesting. He almost entered my apartment parking – almost. What he achieved by wasting his petrol for a stranger is beyond my comprehension. I have never seen girls chase guys literally like this and maybe that’s why its beyond my comprehension!!! One thing is certain – no one is ever going to call me a darling the way he did 😀