Politically Incorrect

Day one:
She was the new girl in school. Her long, smooth and shiny black hair with red highlights, her high cheek bones, her smile, her eyes (and some other things that are a little inappropriate to mention). My eyes gazing at her. My mouth drooling with saliva. I was struggling to get my hair in position, trying hard to grab her attention, trying to look cool in whatever way possible. It’s a pity that she didn’t pay attention at all. She could have had at least taken a glance. The things she is missing out on. But then again, I am a man full of determination.

Day two:
I got her an expensive gift, a box of chocolates, a cute card (signed anonymous) and a red rose. I quietly placed everything in her school bag. It was rather disturbing to see her shred the card in pieces. Moreover, she passed the rose to some guy (who just for the record, is now my enemy). So, day two was not that encouraging either. Someone really needs to fix the attitude of my bride-to-be.

Day three, four, five, six:
Apparently, I realized that my sole reason for existence was to keep staring at her. She was standing there surrounded by all the cute guys. While I was drinking coke and stuffing my stomach with slice after slice of pizza (what if I become fat…as if then she would look at me!). So, with the pizza put aside I decided to do something – and fast!

Day seven:
I hired a person who would steal her purse and run away (a little extreme but love drives one insane). It was then that I would emerge as the hero and save the damsel in distress. Unfortunately, she carried no purse that day. Moreover, my so-called “ghunda” had a policy of no refund. My months’ pocket money wasted!

Day eight:
I sat at home, day dreaming about her. It was a holiday, what else could I do? I felt hopeless. Hmmm! Was she thinking about me as well? Hope so…

Day nine:
YAY! Finally it is time for school. I was never happier to wake up at 6:30 in the morning and then smell the sweet morning air and feel the cool breeze brush through my hair. Today was the day! I was going to write all my feelings on a piece of paper and give it to her. But then again, I never had the nerves to do such a thing. So, I asked a ten year old boy to pass the note to her. My heart was pounding. I was sweating with nervousness. Unfortunately the boy handed the letter to the wrong girl! Were my instructions not clear enough? I clearly told him to, “hand this letter to the most beautiful girl you see”. Kids! What would they know about beauty…

Day ten:
WOW! It’s such a miracle. I did not even look at her once that day. Maybe I had finally achieved control over my emotions. I had finally come to my senses. Or maybe that was just because she did not come to school. Hmm! was she not feeling well? Had anything gone wrong? Or was she on a date with someone…(gulp!).

Day eleven:
Success! I finally get to talk to her. I had a friend who introduced me to her. So, we talked all day long. Somehow…the chemistry was just not there. Maybe it has something to do with the “forbidden fruit” theory, if u don’t have it; the more you want it and once you have it you don’t want it anymore.

Day twelve:
Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! A new girl just came to school!

Source: http://www.jawanpakistan.org/creativity/stories_home/april_2005_01.asp