He was on time, quite contrary to the “Indian Standard Time” and was also, my first “Indian” date. Don’t get me wrong; I am neither what Carrie Bradshaw calls ‘An international party girl’ nor what Samantha Jones labels, ‘Whore with a fucking passport’. Lol. Oh another first with him being younger than me. But then again, he is my “adopted (little) brother” so I guess that counts.
The evening was pleasant. McDonald’s was the easiest as we couldn’t stress ourselves brainstorming for a place and he had lots to tell me about her. Yes, the date was mainly about her and him checking out some hottie in the ground floor and exchanging intricate and disturbing, (if I may add!) details about students in the same university. Though women are titled gossips, believe me, men could only be twice as agonising and interesting.
The burgers followed doughnuts, picking up dinner for my room-mate and observing grown men share dinner, chat over doughnuts and feel each others backs. I do have my comments on the practices of homosexual activity, but I do put my foot down when it is done in the innocence of a doughnut store or cart or stall or whatever.
The occasional meat eating vegetarian also assured me that it was perfectly normal to practice speeches that one would deliver upon winning a title, Oscar or even when asked to be present at the United Nations General Assembly.
The evening came to an end very pleasantly after having visited the local dairy – Nandini (Lol). The kickass film director slash actor ensured that I got back with time to spare for the horrendous curfew and I in turn ensured that his BB was all he could look at by bringing her in to the picture.
Vikash Tiwari, is indeed, a good date. Ladies, fear not, he’ll look in to only your eyes when you are out with him. I can assure you that 🙂
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