Often we meet new people in our life. Most of these people stay strangers, some of them become acquaintances, and few of them become dear to us. The same happened to me.
Like on any other random weekend, I was swiping on Bumble and got a match.
Of course, I was excited to see who it was. Her profile caught my eye. For one, she was pretty. Two, I already had a favorite picture of her picked. Three, I knew I was going to be lame because she was pretty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
I waited for her to text. 23 hrs passed and she didn’t text. I was happy to know that there was a ‘extend’ feature on the app. I did extend the time. This time I was hoping she won’t text ( come on who would be so eager to extend the time). In the last hour of the second day, came to a message ‘hi buddy’.
Hi buddy?? How do I reply to that? A pickup line or a normal ‘hello’. I was not great at pick-up lines. So I said ‘hi’. The first conversation was pretty decent. She said she didn’t know that girls had to text first (not used to dating apps tells that she has a happening life). She said friends called her @@@du/ @@@di.
The more we chat, the more I could say how simple she was. I liked her stories and I bet she did mine. She told her brave stories, her emotional stories, and also her lame stories. ( I know this is what happens with any match on Bumble, right?) Except for this time I knew I just wanted to know her more.
She was the type that didn’t watch shows, movies, or read books. I was the opposite. She was independent and strong. I was still figuring out my life. We had different goals in life. I am not hesitant to ask out usually but this time I was just for the matter that I wanted it to work out ( how silly of me). I asked her out in the most witless way possible ( again don’t judge me for being silly). For some reason, we didn’t meet!
This was a sign ( maybe she was not interested, maybe she didn’t care or maybe she was skeptical) to take it lightly and to stop exaggerating. By now I would have asked for a girl’s but here I was slow for I don’t know what reason. We did continue to chat. This time I learned more about her and I could just like the way she unfolded herself. A proud woman with a sense of respect for her job, love for her friends, and pride for her sister.
She had a lot to talk about. She spoke as if she wanted someone to listen to her and tell her that she was doing great. I was looking for a date and she was looking for a friend. Would she think I was too desperate to ask her out again (I thought it was worth a try)? Again we didn’t meet.
Was it equally special for her to talk to me? Did she care enough to see where it goes? Or was she just killing the time? I felt it was better to get in the flow than think about all this.
She had the innocence of a nanny (she has a niece) and the frustration of an overworked lady. She had come out of a long relationship and was trying to overcome it. I wanted to be there for her ( sounds fimly haha) but I like it.
Eventually, we exchanged numbers. I liked her voice. By now I was more interested in knowing and understanding her than dating her. When we spoke, she could explain the same in vivid emotions and I laughed. I should have been a little slow ( but who knows what works).
Later I stocked her Instagram profile. I could see all the stories she shared with me in photos. I could see what this girl was in real. She called herself the #marwadi and #mumbaikar. I would call her #youarereal.
She said she had a different side, the one she didn’t show me yet.
I said bring it on I would love to explore.
Too awkward to share she said;
How difficult is it to find an Instagram profile, right? I called her @@@du and here I found @@@di. This was a totally different girl. She was a model. That was the time when I felt that the real her (@@@du) was so much more beautiful than the model (@@@di). I like her pimple pink face than the glowing model’s face. I like her shabby hair than the straight hair. I like the girl who swears slang than the one who poses.
Of course, the model was trendy, desirable, and fashionable, but she could not beat the raw, crazy, and sensual the real her. I was still more interested in knowing her.
Not all things happen the way you want them to. We didn’t speak after that. I was tired of trying again and again. She may be was tired of all or playing too hard to get. I felt it was better to back off for it was a good end. Maybe some things are meant to end. Still, I learned that there are interesting people out there to connect with and learn from just like her.
Why did I write about a normal story that could happen to anyone? Well, I said I would include her in my diary and so I did. Now that I have typed her down in my diary I would not miss her.