one fine day...

And I did meet the guy I had always dreamt of. Our story began on the eve of Valentine’s Day of the year 2007. Everything about him was just so perfect. He was so well spoken and well read. The conversations with him were always packed with his awesome sense of humour and always a dash of sarcasm. There were plenty of times when he got really flirtatious. He mastered the art of flirting. But then of course it could not have happened with equal contribution from my side as well. But this piece of writing is all about him. So I shall restrain from talking about myself. For about more than a year we continued talking. Talking on g-talk, a chat service provided by Google. We got so very involved with each other. I made it very sure that I should leave no stone unturned in his case. Plus he was my best bet to get over my last unfulfilled experience with a patronizing bastard. This perfect guy came in my life bringing all that I could have wished for. His happy-go-lucky nature was so endearing. Sometimes our conversations bordered on being quite erotic. There is a thin line which divides erotica and cheapness. He never crossed that line. He showed a great deal of empathy and understanding too when I was out of my sorts. He never acted dumb. He never asked me silly questions like, “why what happened?” He knew it quite well that there can be millions of reasons why I could or rather any individual be upset. And he never tried to preach. I hate to be preached.