Sunday, August 29, 2010

100 days of Winter

You meet a guy. You call him Winter, because you met him in errrr, winter and this is supposed to be an anonymous blog and you just saw 500 Days of Summer the other day and well, you put two and two together and voila.

This is how it all began:

One day, out of the blue your friend introduces you to a guy. By introduce, you mean asks you whether he can give your phone number to this great guy he met. You shrug your shoulders and say yes because, your friend knows that you are too much of a wuss and would never call him if you had his number.

Day 1:

So Winter, finally calls you one day. Both of you have a great fifteen minute conversation and then hang up. You don't think much about it because you know that nothing can happen with this guy because you're fat and no one likes fat people anyway.

DAY 2:

You're checking something on your phone and you chance upon Winter's number and you decide to call him. What's the worst that can happen anyway? You call him and he actually sounds like he means it when he says that it was nice of you to call. You have another great conversation with him and you reference the fact that you're fat about a gazzilion times, just to make sure that he gets the message.

Day 5:

It’s Winter’s birthday. You end up playing an un-deliberate game of phone tag with each other and after getting fed up, you wish him through a text message!

Day 6 to Day 12:

You and Winter continue talking to each other for a week, getting to know stuff about each other.

Then you decide to meet.

Day 15:

You don't call it a date, because it's not a real date. Both, Winter and you are uncomfortable calling it a date.

Actually, it's just Winter who is uncomfortable. In your mind, it's a freaking date.

You head out for lunch. You don't go to the place you promised Winter you would take him to because you CAN'T FIND IT. You mentally punch yourself in the gut, freak out as always, but are still thankful to Winter when he politely asks you to choose another place. 

At lunch you try to make Winter comfortable and keep reminding yourself that you're out on a non-date date and you shouldn't pig out, because you look even grosser than usual when you do.

When lunch arrives, you pick up your fork and proceed to pig out.

A minute after you've stuffed your face with food like a redneck at a wings buffet, Winter looks at you and smiles.

You realize that the reason he's smiling is because you've started eating his order.

You smile in embarrassment, and continue to apologize profusely, something, unbeknownst to him, you would be doing for the rest of the day.

You then pay for lunch, over Winter's loud and ardent protests, because of the pre-pubescent alpha-male bullshit you got going on in your head.

You then ask Winter if he wants to go book shopping. He says yes, and that makes you full of unimaginable glee because: ZOMG! HE LIKES BOOKS!!

You try to contain yourself and thankfully prevent a catastrophe of epic proportions by not asking Winter to move in with you.

You head towards the book shop. You do not find the entrance by which you came in last time, even though you've circled the damn building three times. Then you realize that the entrance is closed.

You apologize again, and you go around the other end of the building.

After five minutes and ninety million stairs later, you finally reach the bookshop.

You're huffing and puffing like you're going to blow down the house of a pig from a fairytale.

Winter asks you if you're okay. You force a smile, look up, try to stand straight, stop leaning on your knees for support, and give him the international sign for "S'okay". He shakes his head and asks you to sit down. You act like you're not getting a fucking seizure and refuse to sit down, because your ego is larger than your ass.

Anyways, you proceed to browse the bookshop, and you discover that he shares your distaste of he-who-shall-not-be-named, among other undistinguished authors. During the course of the three and a half hours you spend at the bookshop with Winter, somewhere "Should I get this book?" turns into "Are we getting this book?"

And then, you commit the biggest piece of dumbfuckery anyone has ever pulled.

You turn to Winter and tell him "I think I want to gift you a book".

MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!!

HOUSTON, WE HAVE A MORON!!

READY FOR LIFT OFF!!

MAYDAY!!

You immediately realize what you've done.

SERIOUSLY, ASSCLOWN, WHO DOES THAT?

ARE YOU HIS AUNT SHOSHANA?

THEN WHY DID YOU JUST OFFER TO BUY HIM A GIFT?

ON A FIRST FUCKING NON-DATE DATE.

THIS IS WHY YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ALONE, SLUMPED OVER A COUCH, WHILE WATCHING 30 ROCK RERUNS AND EATING YESTERDAY’s LEFTOVER FRIED CHICKEN.

You try to explain that you’re trying to make up for not being able to wish him on his birthday and that you aren’t that guy, even though you just presented him with evidence to the contrary. Winter turns to you and politely refuses, not making you feel like a total freak.

But you know what you have done. You start banging your head on one of the bookshelves. You end up knocking down a semi-huge pile of books.

You immediately withdraw yourself away from the situation and pretend to be as horrified as the bookshop employees who rush to pick up the books. You look towards a guy talking on his phone who has his back turned towards you and shake your head, immediately grabbing the higher moral ground.

Or so you think.

The cold stares you get from the bookshop employees trying to clean up your mess enlighten you about the fact that you may not be as suave a liar as you think you are.

Fortunately for you, Winter is somewhere else and does not notice your handiwork.

You ask him if he's done shopping. he says yes. Both of you proceed towards the counter, to pay for the stuff you bought.

You go first. You pay for your stuff and then since Winter is standing behind you, you try to be nice and all and ask him to hand you his books, so that the bill-guy can tally Winter's stuff while the packing-guy packs yours.

Unfortunately, Winter takes this to mean that you just offered to pay for his stuff, AGAIN.

You realize that because THAT'S WHAT NORMAL PEOPLE DO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

THAT’S IT. YOU’RE THAT GUY. CONGRATULATIONS!

DO HUMANITY A FAVOUR, GROW A LARGE BEARD, ADOPT A DOZEN CATS AND MOVE INTO A HAUNTED HOUSE ALREADY!

You take your stuff and step away from the counter, because you've already done all the damage that you could do.

After paying for your books, both of you decide to head to the coffee shop next door.

Things go of well, you're getting along, having a nice conversation, even though you end up saying a lot of corny stuff, but you save yourself (kinda) by mentioning how corny the stuff you just said was, and how you meant it "ironically". Then you ask yourself when you became a FUCKING HIPSTER!

Then you insist on ordering some thing to eat along with your coffee, because (a) You're hungry and (b) Since it took you a bit of time to get the table, you feel it's inappropriate to just sit there and have coffee. So you decide to order some cookies.

The guy gets some weird looking thing which doesn't even look like what you ordered.

You eat that weird thing.

Then, suddenly, you don’t feel that good. No, it’s not the usual feeling of disgust, which you even get for small things like a Jay Leno joke. It’s the real thing, like the one you get when you realize that a poor person is somewhere in the vicinity. In short, you want to throw up!

You look up, Winter is talking about something interesting. You nod along, but you concentrate hard on not trying to puke all over the coffee shop. Even though there is this irritating lady on the next table who deserves to have puke all over her botoxed face, you resist. Then you immediately get up and run to the washroom.

You come back after ten minutes, looking like hell.

You apologize to a confused Winter.

He signals for the cheque, and you don't say anything, because even you are not that dumb.

You head outside.

Then, you discover that both the car and the driver are missing.

The driver isn't at the designated spot and is not picking up your call.

You and Winter roam around looking for him.

You find him after half an hour, sleeping in the car, which  is parked a thousand miles from where you told him to park. A person who looks like your driver is sleeping in the car, oblivious to the ringing phone.

You don’t tell the driver anything, at that precise moment, because Winter asks you not to. However, to paraphrase Russel Peters, SOMEBODY GONNA GET A HURT REAL BAD.

You finally proceed to go home. You drop Winter off. You see him go, probably for the last time ever.

You think to yourself that, well, at least you have a what-not-to-do guide for a first non-date date.

Day 16:

You still thinking about yesterday’s disastrous non-date. You spend the morning moping.

Well, more than usual.

Then, just when you are about to dig in to your compensatory steak, the phone rings.

It’s Winter.

He called!

But that’s a story for another day.

12 comments:

Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? said...

"Is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feeling?"

Whaaaaatttt?!?! I've got Bob Marley on my iPod...

H said...

You're the cutes thing everrr
If I was on that non-date with you I'd probably have to pull your cheeks a bazillion times.
Also, was this winter a hot one? ;P

DewdropDream said...

So when does 'another day' roll around? 'Cause I want to hear that story too :D

Rakesh said...

Awww .. is all I can say. :) One takeaway for next "date". RELAX!

unsungpsalm said...

Lol!
Best-written post ever!

Oh, and one super duper...
AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Mamma Mia: Hahaha, looks like I'm not the only one who drinks and writes . . . :P . . .

@H: Haha, we'd have to have a cheek pulling contest then. :P . . .

@DDD: Believe me, you wouldn't. It gets boring from here on. :D . . .

@Rakesh: Hahaha, yeah, I realize that now!

@USP: STOP WITH THE "Awwww"!! YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT!!! . . . But, thanks!

Bhumika's Boudoir said...

Oh you are just too bloody cute! Do please continue with the Winter Writings. Winter sounds refreshingly decent. I like. Very sorry if I am seeing civil partnerships already. But I am just a silly old girl with her fingers crossed.

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@B: Haha, you're so sweet! However, Too. Much. Pressure. Now I don't want to write the follow up entry, so as to not disappoint everybody!

Bhumika's Boudoir said...

Oh come on, we love happy fairy-tale endings but we are always prepared for the bitter life story as well. I'm guessing in blogland it would be somewhere in between that. So, sweety darling. NO. PRESSURE. :)

Rashmi said...

This is again coming from me (have lost the count already) I loooooovvveeeeeeee you :)
Big Hug
You always make me smile and laugh hysterically!
Cheers!

Ch4 said...

Absolutely hilarious! You've got a fantastic gift of employing your wit & humor when it comes to writing. I can only imagine what goes in your mind. I hope things worked out well with Winter :)

diyadear said...

hi,

You have a very nice blog here.. Loved this post a lot.. Good work.

Cheers,
Divya