The Dilemma

The People were grooving their bodies, ladies sweating out cosmetics, and gentlemen sweating out deodorants, while Flo Rida’s “club can’t handle me” was sounding good as I was unable to handle her beauty.

Corona in one hand, and a dun-hill in the other, she was flirting her perfect curves in her red attire, provoking me to feel jealous for not being that dress. “I know I’m being a perv”, but 2 tequilas down already and a Carlsberg in hand, my mind is taking its own wild course.

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The kohl enhanced her eyes, concealing those dark circles doned from her untimely stress or those late night social media surfs. “She gave me a friendly glance, but oh wait, did she just show me her prettiest curve? Should I go, ask her for a coffee.

Oh wait i am in a pub i can buy her a beer rather for that smile? Or am i too sloshed to be decent to a girl? May be i can ask her for a dance? No. A walk. Fuck, i am high.

Okay, Let me just walk to her.” It took me 20 long mins of deep thinking, a pint of beer and 3 more crucial mins to walk to her with a heart full of plannings of long drives, coffee dates, flirts, fucks and things which will lead me to a fruitful life with this beautiful lady!

But guess whom did i get introduced to? Her girlfriend. :D D