Lovely Lunatics

She said out of pity for him, "I shall give you a kiss if you like," but though he once knew, he had long forgotten what kisses are, and he replied, "Thank you," and held out his hand, thinking she had offered to put something into it. This was a great shock to her, but she felt she could not explain without shaming him, so with charming delicacy she gave Peter a thimble which happened to be in her pocket, and pretended that it was a kiss.

Peter and Wendy - J. M. Barrie. (Same guy who wrote Peter Pan, can you believe that?)

“We met at a party around a month ago. Hardly through the formalities of introduction, she started flirting and I took to an instant liking of her. I am always willing to sacrifice ten honest sweet hot loyal boring women over one flirt; you know how I am wired. Plus flirts are always smarter than others and are emotionally stronger. Anyway our host took me aside and warned me about her. She told me that my new acquaintance is trouble and rather promiscuous. I didn’t show it to my friend but she was just pushing the hooks deeper neither did I told her that when it comes to that I am no saint myself. But silence is golden.

Anyway we danced, laughed and flirted. She kept grinding and teasing me. An hour or so later we were drunk to the point of being wasted off our faces and making out passionately. She told me to quit trying to eat her mouth. I was ready to leave with her, when her best friend/roommate fainted. Considering my track records, something had to give. Anyway I went home alone, drunk off my face, horny as hell and unsatisfied. I have never understood how can women just walk away from us in moments like this. I mean one moment they are swept off their feet and swooning and next moment she has to brush her teeth. Ah.

So I sent her a couple of texts, called her couple of times. But one thing or another we just couldn’t hook up. Couple of weeks passed. I didn’t contact her again. I met another girl. I almost forgot about her. After one month, I ran into her at another party. I was with another girl but that didn’t stop her from teasing me. Finally she was grinding against me again. I had enough manners to turn her down as i had a date. She asked me why didn’t I call. I told her she turned me down one too many times. She told me to meet up the next day for dinner and gave me an eternity long lecture on quitting smoking and how has she done it. My date watched us while I gazed at her lips and resisted the urges to kiss her again. She left, I left with my date, who wasn’t very happy about proceedings. Now this one gave me serious warnings about the flirt, I told her it was nothing. But despite of my skills, I don’t want to control my body language particularly when I am drunk. So the date left. I went home alone, once again drunk, horny, angry and feeling lonely. This had happened to me twice because of this girl. She had to be punished.

On Sunday, I took her out. We went to a restaurant of her choice, food was not good. She had a pretty laugh, I liked her. She flirted with me as usual, I made her laugh as much as I could. She liked it. She talked, I listened. When she hesitated, I pulled stories out. It was the usual story. Betrayed in love, pushed around by parents, lost faith in religions and god. Finally after graduating in business and working couple of years in a major financier player, she broke free. And started working as a marketing consultant in a magazine. Now she was the editor of a fashion magazine. I have always trusted my gut in liking people and now I was sure that from the start I wasn’t wrong. She drove to drop me. There was lightning on the horizon and I told her that I miss summer rain of my country. She told me its not going to rain. Anyway we parted on a low note, a mere handshake, saying that we will keep in touch. I was a bit disappointed that I am off the game.

Next day, in the evening I was sitting with my mates, drinking left over whiskey of weekend and playing our indoor cricket. It started to rain immediately which is quite a coincidence in this city. Soon I received her text. So something was working. After couple of text bounced, she told me she was in the neighborhood. I asked her for coffee. She came and we went out. This time she was more at home with me, laughing even more and opening up easily. I kept scratching her for secrets to know her. I had only heard about her stories of being easy. It came out that while she is known in my circle for one night stands, three days a week she volunteers at dog shelter, insane asylum and cancer support group for kids. I was dumbstruck. I have always liked this kind of insanity. I knew, whatever happens, whatever my friends say, she and I are going to be buddies.

She came to drop me, it was quite late. So there we were, in front of my door. She fidgeting with the radio. I asked her what did she think of me. She smiled and told me that she finds me a very strange person. I wasn’t surprised but asked her to shed more light on it. And she told me that when she meets a boy, she figures them out in less than five minutes, how much spine they’ve got, what they want from her but she is yet to figure out what I want from her. I told her the truth. I wanted nothing from her or anybody else. But I could use a kiss goodnight. She laughed and tease that she is, told me that this is no way to treat a lady by forcing her to kiss when she has taken the trouble of crossing half of the town to drop a guy besides, when we were making at the party I was so hard that she was afraid, I might swallow her tongue or lips. I didn’t tell her that I don’t treat girls I fancy like a lady, I treat her like a queen. I held her hand, then her face and kissed her. I kissed her very tenderly, sweetly. You know the type, which comes with the mellowness when all the bitterness has melted. We kept locked softly for a while, then she broke away and looked at the road. I could see it in her eyes, she hadn’t been kissed this tenderly for a very long time. I kissed her again. Then I asked her to come up, she told me she has work in the morning and has a long drive, she can’t. This girl wasn’t going to do it to me for a third time. I was furious.

I asked her again to come up. She refused. I kissed her again to convince her, this time harder. She was turned on, but she sighed resignedly and turned the engine on. I got out, angry. Standing at the curb like an idiot, asking her, can you really go. She drove off but as she did that, she put her hand out of the window and with her eyes fixed at me in the side view mirror. Then she kept driving with her hand held out of the window like she was trying to reach out to something. When a woman is with a man, she wants to be adored, charmed, spoiled and exploited. A man can’t fake that, even if he can, he can’t do it for long. I believe that women understand genuineness of emotions naturally and can’t escape them.

 I watched her till the block ended, with her hand held out and as I watched her go like that, many things moved inside of me. And her beauty and her mad lifestyle just broke my heart, right there. She went out of sight; I lit up a cigarette and sat on the curb absentmindedly. Few minutes later, a car entered the alley; she had come back with a smile brighter than the headlights of her car.”