I cant stop wondering at my propensity to like more than one man at a time, and an even deathlier potential to brood over getting none.
An extraordinary encounter (well, i have a couple to my credit anyway)a few days back, metro kolkata, nice, sweet, maybe even hot, a guy basically.(LOL). Like all rides, this ride too, came to an end, with both of us going our ways.(never mind the eyes-met, violins played).. frankly i guess i am 60 by now, when it comes to such encounters.
Today, i met him again(well,it isn't rocket science. The time, ride and coach were the same, i got on to it unconsciously, looking the most horrible ME, while he maynot have.(- im glad i like myself enough to be believing that still). I Waved at him today, DUDE, pow! , he looked away??
Moving on, i shall take the same metro on monday. And not look at HIM! HAH!
post this venting out.
To be a pervert, is normal. To be a schizo-pervert, is scary.
Men at HT are schizo perverts.
They talk sex, all day long.
Hardly get to do it im guessing.
Erectile dysfunction's something that's a part of their lives by now. I don't mind asking them to see a doctor?
The women are- annoying, jealous of each other, very submissive to lascivious remarks, and absolutely inclined to self idiocy. Basically, i cant make my nest here.
The head editor looks promising,the only one i like. She hardly comes to office.
The men are always interested to know about me, the women cant stop speculating.
I wonder sometimes if this is the way the City desk in HT kolkata works, or everywhere else?
It is kind of sad , that, i cant vent ,out.
I need my certificate.
Moving on, Babul laughs at my expense.
I dont care.
I love her.
She is beautiful.
Just in case, Babul,my grandmother.
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