We’ve chatted for awhile and well we got on. So when he asked me out on a date I agreed.
And of course we exchanged numbers. It’s only when I picked up the phone and heard a thick Indian accent that’s when alarm bells started ringing.
I’m not attracted to Indian men. To me I had this view that they are arrogant, selfish and chauvinistic. Thus no way in my right mind would I go out with them.
Anyhow since I accepted I couldn’t very well say no. And to make matters worse the plan was for him to pick me up from my place.
In the end I ended up visiting my parents and texted him look I’ll meet you at the restaurant since their place is close by..not.
It turned out to be a nice evening. I couldn’t understand half of what he’s said. He even offered to pay for the meal to which I declined. He then drove us to ice cream.
This was his gift to me. And to think I nearly chickened out.
Guess my way of thinking helps. What is there to lose? When you’re starting out with zero anyway?
If there’s no expectation then there’s no disappointment.
LOVE the mug……………
So are you going to see him again?
Ummmm not sure.
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