When I met 'My Man'!
Do you know what is so cool about a tube journey? The people you travel with! Sitting on this coach of the Piccadilly line, l have a proud gardner, a ranting mother, a married CA, an old married couple, a saint and a guitarist. I quite love practising my deduction skills on people. Hence, the above descriptions of my fellow passengers. I am not as good as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. For that reason, I am refraining from telling you guys why they were what I said they were! As the train stopped at 'Hatton Cross' underground station, with a freshly brewed Caffe Nero's special latte on one hand and a flapjack on the other, entered the reason why I choose to write this up today!
The world we live in doesnot really accept a girl being a 'perv'. Not at all a cool thing, right?But, truth being told 'girls perv as much as boys do!' Eitherway, I am not about to give an explanation for my ever so natural behaviour.
Asian guy, must be 5"8/5"9', broad shoulders, well built, amazing beard, nice brows, a very defined jaw line, sharp nose, brown eyes(which looked very tired and red), soft pink lips, and most importantly, he looked so good in that grey suit he wore! Complimenting that suit was a pair of brown shoes. Needless to say that this guy has got a good sense of fashion.
Never have I ever seen such a flawless creation in my entire life. For a fraction of a moment, I totally forgot about my Greek Gods Bradley Cooper, Hrithik Roshan and Ian Somerhalder. As if they were not good enough in front of this man sitting opposite to me! As if they hold no place in my heart or life anymore!
Tactically, I took my time to check his ring finger out. No! No one has put a ring on it.Thank God! Though I know that staring is rude, i couldn't help myself. I know! So uncalled for! However, my raging hormones searched for and found 'zero fuck' s to give!'
In the five minutes that followed those chain of events, the 'talented director' from within wrote a 'script, a screen play, choreographed a dance, designed clothes, even provided lights and background score for the epic 'kissing at the alter' from the movie 'My Happily Everafter'!
Next step obviously is to tell my family! I stopped my mother - who was planning her holidays - and informed her "If you want me to get married, make sure that it is to him" Not wanting to sound desperate I have added -" well....i meant someone like him"! On a given day, mummy dearest will find flaws in no time. To my surprise ( and after bleeping him at the 'mummy scanner',) she went like "ya! He has a good personality'! No! No! No! By personality she means 'he is fit and will make a good son-in-law' - in terms of looks! Thank God she grew out of the times when personality actually meant 'having a badass moustache'! Can't blame her! Afterall, she fell for a man with thick beard and moustache!
'The next station is....,'Caledonian Road'. This is a Piccadilly line to Cockfosters'. I heard the voice over as the train stopped at the next station....making me abruptly end the need to convince mum to accept my man. Got on the train was a man in a uniform. Law enforcement officer i assume. Caucasian, tall, fit, equally as dashing as 'my man'. He smiled looking at my man. My mind commented "hey, look, that is the best friend and will be his best man at your wedding"! Then he gave 'my man' a hug! I am not so pleased by this guy's growing proximity towards 'my man'.My mind shouted "oye! Keep your hands off him!" What came after that hug broke my heart in a gazillion pieces. As he leaned towards my man, my mind started to panic. "Stopp....Don't....Don't you dare! NO....You can't kiss my man, you dork"! It was as though the whole universe was conspiring againt me as I planned my happily ever after.
Looking at the sight of them holding hands - as they got off at 'Finsbury Park Station'- felt like 'my man' grinding my already broken heart into a paste in a blender!
The sight of the 'couple' faded from the corner of my eyes as the train continued its journey. I reviewed the events until now in my head. Once again - this time with evidence to back my theory up-, I have realised that "all the desirable men out there are either gay or married!"
The world we live in doesnot really accept a girl being a 'perv'. Not at all a cool thing, right?But, truth being told 'girls perv as much as boys do!' Eitherway, I am not about to give an explanation for my ever so natural behaviour.
Asian guy, must be 5"8/5"9', broad shoulders, well built, amazing beard, nice brows, a very defined jaw line, sharp nose, brown eyes(which looked very tired and red), soft pink lips, and most importantly, he looked so good in that grey suit he wore! Complimenting that suit was a pair of brown shoes. Needless to say that this guy has got a good sense of fashion.
Never have I ever seen such a flawless creation in my entire life. For a fraction of a moment, I totally forgot about my Greek Gods Bradley Cooper, Hrithik Roshan and Ian Somerhalder. As if they were not good enough in front of this man sitting opposite to me! As if they hold no place in my heart or life anymore!
Tactically, I took my time to check his ring finger out. No! No one has put a ring on it.Thank God! Though I know that staring is rude, i couldn't help myself. I know! So uncalled for! However, my raging hormones searched for and found 'zero fuck' s to give!'
In the five minutes that followed those chain of events, the 'talented director' from within wrote a 'script, a screen play, choreographed a dance, designed clothes, even provided lights and background score for the epic 'kissing at the alter' from the movie 'My Happily Everafter'!
Next step obviously is to tell my family! I stopped my mother - who was planning her holidays - and informed her "If you want me to get married, make sure that it is to him" Not wanting to sound desperate I have added -" well....i meant someone like him"! On a given day, mummy dearest will find flaws in no time. To my surprise ( and after bleeping him at the 'mummy scanner',) she went like "ya! He has a good personality'! No! No! No! By personality she means 'he is fit and will make a good son-in-law' - in terms of looks! Thank God she grew out of the times when personality actually meant 'having a badass moustache'! Can't blame her! Afterall, she fell for a man with thick beard and moustache!
'The next station is....,'Caledonian Road'. This is a Piccadilly line to Cockfosters'. I heard the voice over as the train stopped at the next station....making me abruptly end the need to convince mum to accept my man. Got on the train was a man in a uniform. Law enforcement officer i assume. Caucasian, tall, fit, equally as dashing as 'my man'. He smiled looking at my man. My mind commented "hey, look, that is the best friend and will be his best man at your wedding"! Then he gave 'my man' a hug! I am not so pleased by this guy's growing proximity towards 'my man'.My mind shouted "oye! Keep your hands off him!" What came after that hug broke my heart in a gazillion pieces. As he leaned towards my man, my mind started to panic. "Stopp....Don't....Don't you dare! NO....You can't kiss my man, you dork"! It was as though the whole universe was conspiring againt me as I planned my happily ever after.
Looking at the sight of them holding hands - as they got off at 'Finsbury Park Station'- felt like 'my man' grinding my already broken heart into a paste in a blender!
The sight of the 'couple' faded from the corner of my eyes as the train continued its journey. I reviewed the events until now in my head. Once again - this time with evidence to back my theory up-, I have realised that "all the desirable men out there are either gay or married!"
This is so much u 🥊.
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I know!!! Well,it was indeed one hell of a journey. Thank you. 😊
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