the informal junior
The day wasn’t as hectic as I thought. It was perhaps her smile which removed the monotonous me from inside. I felt so light with her. She was not only a soul of charm with flesh (well, maybe a little flesh), but still, I would say she took away the long lasting pain from me. So, after watching one show of a very flow movie, where most of the time I just watched her.
On seeing us, nobody would say it was our blind date. In the darkness of the hall, our hands met, by mistake first, then the fingers lingered around each other’s. The gaps found the perfect fingers perhaps, I thought. Slowly her fingers came up, was she really trying to seduce me? Wasn’t that damn easy? Well, could be, but I couldn’t proceed still, it was India. I tried to hold her hand, but she didn’t allow me to. She indeed was teasing me. I thought she was just fooling around with me. I tried to talk, but the fingers stopped me from doing so. Her hands reached my chin she was brushing her soft fingers on my harsh beard. I loved it, she enjoyed too, it seemed. I never thought that after that incident which took place merely a month ago, I could stand back, but now, I was living. Every moment of it. Felt like it was what was missing from that dreadful life of a waste person that I was.
OMG! What was going on? Just as she touched my neck, and I tried to come closer, the lights came in. That was the height of my good luck. It was never so important to watch a movie when with a girl, for whom you carve when you can do all the other things in the world in that time, necessarily, with her consent. I went out, saw the time on my watch to be 2, she was free till 5, so I could take one more show.
“2 tickets for Godzilla, please, corner”
The window person saw me as if I had asked for her daughter. It was evident that he knew what those tickets were for. He gave me a wicked smile, and I too replied with the money. On return, she asked me if I could go and bring two tickets of the next show available. The arrow had hit the Bull’s Eye. I said yes, your highness, and showed the tickets. She said which girl watches a movie like Godzilla? I said you can watch me and let the Godzilla do the action stuff. The movie was back on. I held her firm this time, with more confidence. She fused my confidence, saying, “hey Junior! Behave. “
Confused, I left her, and concentrated on the movie. Girls, I must admit confuse a lot. You’d never know what she wants, until she wants it. The intense scenes started, she came close. I guess I wasn’t allowed to, so I remained stiff. She pinched me. I pressed her hand hard. I was a little angry on her for pushing me back. I thought she’ll cry to get her hands released, instead she started pressing mine. I left her hands sensing her pain. Her hands came close to my chest, and she started playing with the buttons. That was indeed an aggressive move. Just then I saw a cut mark on her wrist. I shockingly asked her what it was. She said nothing, that she fell from scooty once and that her hands had fractures. It was a mark of such an accident. I nodded, and let her continue what she was doing, caressing me. I missed the affection a lot. It was the ending of a song, her lips came close, but I missed some three odd times, this time, I hit her lips, and bit them hard. And loved the feeling. Couldn’t leave her until she pinched me hard. I had to leave her. The lights went on. It meant the movie ended.
The entire complex stairs she was holding my hands, as if she were a baby, and would get lost if she left the hand. I too didn’t let her leave. I guessed, it was mere insecurity, but still, her warm hands felt so nice in my palms. I cleaned the sweat on her hands on my t-shirt. Got her a bus to her PG, and left for the train myself. A perfect date, I assumed, not knowing what else everyone do in their first dates; moreover, blind date.
On seeing us, nobody would say it was our blind date. In the darkness of the hall, our hands met, by mistake first, then the fingers lingered around each other’s. The gaps found the perfect fingers perhaps, I thought. Slowly her fingers came up, was she really trying to seduce me? Wasn’t that damn easy? Well, could be, but I couldn’t proceed still, it was India. I tried to hold her hand, but she didn’t allow me to. She indeed was teasing me. I thought she was just fooling around with me. I tried to talk, but the fingers stopped me from doing so. Her hands reached my chin she was brushing her soft fingers on my harsh beard. I loved it, she enjoyed too, it seemed. I never thought that after that incident which took place merely a month ago, I could stand back, but now, I was living. Every moment of it. Felt like it was what was missing from that dreadful life of a waste person that I was.
OMG! What was going on? Just as she touched my neck, and I tried to come closer, the lights came in. That was the height of my good luck. It was never so important to watch a movie when with a girl, for whom you carve when you can do all the other things in the world in that time, necessarily, with her consent. I went out, saw the time on my watch to be 2, she was free till 5, so I could take one more show.
“2 tickets for Godzilla, please, corner”
The window person saw me as if I had asked for her daughter. It was evident that he knew what those tickets were for. He gave me a wicked smile, and I too replied with the money. On return, she asked me if I could go and bring two tickets of the next show available. The arrow had hit the Bull’s Eye. I said yes, your highness, and showed the tickets. She said which girl watches a movie like Godzilla? I said you can watch me and let the Godzilla do the action stuff. The movie was back on. I held her firm this time, with more confidence. She fused my confidence, saying, “hey Junior! Behave. “
Confused, I left her, and concentrated on the movie. Girls, I must admit confuse a lot. You’d never know what she wants, until she wants it. The intense scenes started, she came close. I guess I wasn’t allowed to, so I remained stiff. She pinched me. I pressed her hand hard. I was a little angry on her for pushing me back. I thought she’ll cry to get her hands released, instead she started pressing mine. I left her hands sensing her pain. Her hands came close to my chest, and she started playing with the buttons. That was indeed an aggressive move. Just then I saw a cut mark on her wrist. I shockingly asked her what it was. She said nothing, that she fell from scooty once and that her hands had fractures. It was a mark of such an accident. I nodded, and let her continue what she was doing, caressing me. I missed the affection a lot. It was the ending of a song, her lips came close, but I missed some three odd times, this time, I hit her lips, and bit them hard. And loved the feeling. Couldn’t leave her until she pinched me hard. I had to leave her. The lights went on. It meant the movie ended.
The entire complex stairs she was holding my hands, as if she were a baby, and would get lost if she left the hand. I too didn’t let her leave. I guessed, it was mere insecurity, but still, her warm hands felt so nice in my palms. I cleaned the sweat on her hands on my t-shirt. Got her a bus to her PG, and left for the train myself. A perfect date, I assumed, not knowing what else everyone do in their first dates; moreover, blind date.
A blind date can always be surprisingly annoying 😂
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