Life of a Slice - PDA Files.
He first saw me in a friend’s marriage and claimed that he was in love with me already. I don’t know whether I liked him but he had thrown at me all those sweet words and quotes and whatnot that made me stick to him. He was an average looking, 28-year-old man from a well-off family. I met him once, twice, and the third time. He clearly stated to me, right from the start that he will only marry me. I enjoyed his attention and his company was not that boring. I allowed myself to go with the flow and give this some time and I was hoping this will end on a good note. The third time that we met we had our private moment in his house. He kissed me and touched me and a little bit of all that. I was still not sure if I liked him but I did not resist him when he came close to me. I took it as a new experience. I did not enjoy his touch nor had any ideal, lovey-dovey feelings that I was supposed to have. Bluntly speaking, I got bored in minutes. But I did not tell him, I thought I might hurt his sentiments. After all, he was expressing his love. He said he loves me. I was being nice to him, maybe. Or I was confused. Or I was going with the flow thinking that eventually we will be married, what difference does it make?
When we left his house, I held his hand. I wanted to feel comfortable or accepted or supported or wanted to be a proud company, maybe. He pulled his hand from mine in a sudden jerk and snorted at me. He was kidding, of course. I held his hand again and pretended I was angry. I was just trying to be dramatic. I think, after the intimacy which did not happen with my heart, I wanted attention from him in compensation, that’s why the drama. ‘Stop being a child,’ he yelled at me as if no one is watching us. We were in the middle of the street. I coyly lowered my eyes and we walked ahead in awkward silence. When the station came, he winked at me and grinned. He said, ‘We will meet soon.’ I left without looking back at him. I went home and texted him in anxiety.
Me: Why did you shout on me in the middle of the road?
He: Hey, you reached home?
Me: Yes.
He: Cool. I had a fun time today.
Me: Nice.
He: Yes, absolutely. You are such a beautiful person. I can’t wait to see you again. 😜😜
Me: Can you please tell me, why did you shout on me on when I held your hand? Please.
He: What else did you expect from me? Getting intimate in front of everyone?
Me: Meaning?
He: Look, I am sorry to say this but you acted a bit over smart maybe. You did not ask for my consent before holding hands, that too in public. I did not like it.
Me: Why you did not like it?
He: Come on. I have a certain image in the society. People look at me with a certain respect. How can I allow you to ruin it?’
I kept on staring at my phone screen for a while. What he said was out of my understanding.
He: You there?
He: Hello?
I blocked his number. I was sure; I could not invest more time in him. That tiny moment of failed PDA opened my eyes. It made me understand in a snap, that this was not the guy with whom I can be happy in the long run. I still asked for an explanation later, hoping that I was not overreacting. But the text conversation I had with him made it all clear in my head. I did not marry him or spend time with him further because he was an idiot.
Written by Pooja Kakde
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