Puked Date

Gliding my eyes through this random bookshop, usually I judge a book by its cover before buying it for its preface and investing my hard earned money for new inspirations. Well besides doing my regular job I got the chance to judge this conscious man, having medium height, fair complexion, his stubble beard made him more attractive, who seems to me as giving competition to my next book’s cover.

Holding his book at the counter he asked for a brown cover and instantly covered it up. To my astonishment this was a crime, this man was not interested in flaunting his new book. I stood by his side and asked with my utmost curiosity, “is this a gift?” He replied in a soft tone “No, I bought it for myself”. His response gave wings to my imagination for a coffee date with this attractive book preserver. As he left the counter in haste leaving his debit card over there, I found this attractive man to be “Aditya”. Leaving my book without getting it billed, I ran after him as it was a chance to show the world my humanity. I shouted at my best, “ADITYA”. He turned back at me in a shocking surprise, I handed him over his card and eagerly waited for a thanking speech, while he just said, ”Thank you”. I guess he should be grateful to me, if not much I have definitely saved him from some future trouble. Never mind I gave him an appealing smile, while on the other hand my unconscious mind was hitting me hard to ask him out.

“I am Anushka”, I presented myself to him.

“Hi! Anushka”. My name looked adorable when he pronounced.

“If you are not in any further haste, would you like to have a cup of coffee?” I finally asked him out.

He nodded. Just a simple nod, I wondered where his expressions are lost.

We entered this Costa Coffee house, I was never this much confident, of course this was the first time ever I asked a guy out. I found him to be less interactive, but definitely responsive, and I can say he is for sure a great listener as I have never been a chatter box. He finally said something, “Coffee is on me, as a token of thanks”. I found this also to be romantic, and intentionally I gave him a hint by telling that, “next will be on me” he smiled and it felt like mission accomplished.

As we left the coffee house with parted ways, I turned around with a weird energy and shouted, “AADITYAA”. I would be an absurd till now, instead he turned with an amusing smile, as if he was blushing that very moment made me intrigued about him. I took a relieving breathe, and asked, “Can I have your number?”

“Sure, 8430******” we both nodded and headed back to our ways.

My heart was pounding, though the date was full of imperfections as nothing romantic happened, he wasn’t even looking into my eyes while talking, he likes cats over dogs, he prefers frappe, yet it was a date that too with a random guy, I should be awarded for this.

I messaged him and visualised his nods with every “hmm”.

Throwing hints at him in every conversation made me feel desperate and he missed all those hints like missing the rain drops with an open mouth. Why is he not following my hints? I put the nonstop questions, “What are your weekend plans?”, “Are you interested in men, women or both?” To which he instantly replied, “I would like to spend my next weekend with a women for sure, are you interested in a straight man?” I was taken aback with his sense of responding.

We decided to catch up on drinks this time, and I chose this romantic rooftop pub having a live singer to make our second official date to be perfectly romantic. I dolled up in my little black dress, keeping everything else to be nude from my lipstick shade to my wedges. Whereas he was in his casuals, red t-shirt having ‘hustle’ in a funky font paired up with a stripped jeans and sneakers making me feel undressed for the occasion, yet I astounded him. After a few drinks I took him to the dance floor where I placed his hands on my waist and the next thing he did is ‘puking’.

Another date ruined, I bought him home, helped him undressing his shirt, he aroused me, I wanted to take him to bed while I shut my thoughts up and headed him to the shower, while I was in his another world. He pulled me in the shower, undressed me and picked me up in his arms and the next thing, I was lying naked on my bed as if I was waiting to get fucked by him.

While I pushed him hard, picked my bathrobe handed him my ex’s shirt and told him, “Get out, next time before getting into the pants of any girl, learn to treat her with respect, ask her for her consent, impress her and if you cannot do any of these at least have some confidence” all in single breathe and slammed the door.

Meanwhile I cursed myself for giving the leads, asking him out twice, brought him home, all silly mistakes were lying in my basket.

My phone beeped, it was Aditya, “Sorry, never dated any girl, porns and movies have always told to take the advantage of the moment, and I am not even fond of books, it was my first book and that’s why I covered it up as I didn’t want people to judge me by my choices”.

I smiled at his honesty and it beeped again, “This must be your ex’s shirt, would you like to take it back with a cup of coffee”?

He changed my perception handsome boys aren’t necessarily born with confidence, good sense of humour and decency, while first time is always full of imperfections.