The same old story!

You’re the one I want for me.
That’s what I told myself when she entered the cafeteria.
It was 9.15 in the evening and I was sitting at the CCD on FC Road in Pune. And waiting.
No, not for a hot chic to turn up and waive her hand and say, “Hiiiiiiiii” with the I part of the Hi so long that you can tie her up in the chain made of I’s, drawing attention of everybody in the café, no I was not that lucky (or unlucky, depends which way you want to look at it).
I was waiting for a cousin of mine who got married recently, but that is another story. Let us not digress.
I was sipping my cappuccino (it could have been any other coffee just as well, but this is the only name I could pronounce properly thanks to my friends, I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of the counter guy).
And she was standing on the pavement, probably waiting for someone. Tall, slim, and having all that what a guy wants, how much I wished she was at the café, in front of me!
She turned around, and got in the café. Might be sick of waiting outside.
I don’t remember what she ordered for herself, coz I don’t remember a lot of things when I saw her so close to me. I can kill for this girl, I said. I am not sure if I said that out loud but there were heads which turned in my direction and the girl gave me a glance, well.. I can’t describe what kind of glance that was.
She smiled, but the eyes narrowed.
And then she sat facing me, in the corner, just a few tables away from me.
She knows she has bowled me over, I said to myself. And she is enjoying the attention I was giving her.
Just when I was mustering enough courage to speak to this dame, the guy walked in and sat opposite to her.
I can’t say that I tried not to hear the communication. I was all ears to find any hint that this guy was her brother or cousin or uncle or even father! Anything but her boyfriend but it was not to be!
Howww caaaaaaaan youuuuuuu beeeeeee sooooo laaaaaaate?
That was irritating. How a girl can stretch every word of the sentence, taking three times the time to say it, I thought.
I am ssssssssssssssooooooo sorry jaaaaan! Goodness gracious me, this guy is coming straight from some K*^% aur K&!*8 television serial. Matching the girl for melodrama.
Noooo, you have to say sorrrrrrryyyyyy, the gal said.
I am soooooooooo sorrrrrrryyyyy.
Well, this guy was going to fight till the last moment to win the battle of stretching words with this girl.
I am not going to pain my fingers now by pressing the keys for that long, but I hope you might be in a position to understand how it was said by reading the text.
What took you so long?
Oh the traffic yaar!!
Traffic, at 9 in the night, impossible, this guy was lying between his teeth; I wanted to tell that girl. Dump him, dump him, and think about me!!!!!!
“You know what I did today?”
How could he, unless you tell him, I thought.
“No, what?”
“I met Sheetal today.”
And that was said with so much of excitement I wondered if Sheetal was the new Miss India I forgot to read about.
“And then we went shopping”
“And then you know what we did?”
Please say something that could be interesting for the eavesdropper, please, I cried.
“We went and had panipuris”
“And then we went and bought the new set of sandals”

My coffee was over and in those 5 minutes I had realized that the most intelligent part of the conversation was already over.
I would have killed the guy opposite to her if she had talked any smarter than what she was. But I smiled; if we had got together I would have killed myself as well.
I walked out of the café after paying the bill, and I looked at her again. My word your face can make anybody’s day, I thought. And then I thought about the brains.
I am not jealous of that guy anymore.