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Don Juan
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A long recount below. Would love it if some of you could offer any insights. I want some well deliberated ones only, not any quicky fixes or tell-alls.
Goes something like this. A pretty girl in my office (probably the prettiest). Have noted her for a long time as a pretty face, but wasn't involved or inclined towards her in any way. (Have had a very serious heartbreak some years back for some very strange reasons, and am yet to get over it.) Have never had any opportunity to get introduced to this pretty girl, and never bothered either.
Suddenly, one day, after returning from an extended foreign trip (work related), I find that she is now in my project, and I'm made to take a seat next to her. Feel a bit embarrassed initially, and just carry on with the other male colleagues in my cubicle (I'm a shy, reserved type of guy -- not that I lack communication skills, but you know what I mean).
On the second day, she just joins a trifling conversation I was having with my other colleague about the place being too hot (AC not working properly) and then introduces herself. Am pleased to get to know her.
Over the next two days we talk a bit and I find that because the seat next to her (where I am) has seen frequent occupancy chances, she has never really interacted with anyone. (She doesn't even talk with the other guys in the cubicle.) We get along well, and I find that we have some things in common -- she loves books, takes keen interest in music, is candid and outspoken, and a captivating conversationalist, witty -- and more importantly -- laughs at my jokes. A very simple, vulnerable nature to boot (though she believes that her friends would call her a feminist) -- quite far from the assuming, proud, aloof kind I initially thought she might be. I start liking her. (I somehow wasn't on my guard which I usually am.)
On the fourth day I have to take leave for a couple of days to go to my native place to attend a family function. When I tell her I'm going to be away, she screams in jest : what, you are leaving me alone, how could you do this to me, just how could you? I laugh and say: come on, there are so many people around. She: so many people? who is there?
She tells me that once in her childhood she had lived in the place I was going to . We talk a bit more on it. She tells me that she likes a kind of sweetmeat from there and tells : get me some of it. The simplicity with which speaks, her childlike behavior, just takes my heart away. I think about her the whole duration I'm away, and on returning I bring her what she asked me to. She is surprised that I actually brought it, and is quite ecstatic.
Over the next few days our aquaintance grows. She talks most of the time, I listen. It's clear that she likes me a lot -- she opens up to me, always wants to talk on one thing or the other, and is generally happy. She asks for my help on professional matters -- though what she and I do are quite different jobs. I start longing to see her the next day, every day I return home. Before I could prevent it, I already get a feeling that I'm falling in love with her. In fact, she isn't quite the ideal profile I'd like to fall in love with -- she's six years younger to me, though I had thought initially that she might be three or so younger. Make no mistake -- not for a moment do I believe that *she* has any romantic interest in me. She is just a generally outgoing personality, has lots of friends, gets lots of calls every day. Moreover, I'm the kind of person who's extremely choosy about friends -- I always judge a person's worth and am hardly one to get infatuated -- have never been. But she passes most of my criteria, and reluctantly I somewhat relax the age factor.
We go to the office cafetaria for lunch on two occasions (always accompanied by other colleagues, never alone). On most days, though, she goes out with some of her female friends to lunch.
Hardly have enough time with her to talk. On most days I'd cut short our conversations in the cubicle after a couple of minutes (she'd go on and on otherwise), citing attention to work first. She'd say: oh, yeah -- and get back to work. But I, on my part, am longing to continue those in another setting.
(Contd in next post...)
Goes something like this. A pretty girl in my office (probably the prettiest). Have noted her for a long time as a pretty face, but wasn't involved or inclined towards her in any way. (Have had a very serious heartbreak some years back for some very strange reasons, and am yet to get over it.) Have never had any opportunity to get introduced to this pretty girl, and never bothered either.
Suddenly, one day, after returning from an extended foreign trip (work related), I find that she is now in my project, and I'm made to take a seat next to her. Feel a bit embarrassed initially, and just carry on with the other male colleagues in my cubicle (I'm a shy, reserved type of guy -- not that I lack communication skills, but you know what I mean).
On the second day, she just joins a trifling conversation I was having with my other colleague about the place being too hot (AC not working properly) and then introduces herself. Am pleased to get to know her.
Over the next two days we talk a bit and I find that because the seat next to her (where I am) has seen frequent occupancy chances, she has never really interacted with anyone. (She doesn't even talk with the other guys in the cubicle.) We get along well, and I find that we have some things in common -- she loves books, takes keen interest in music, is candid and outspoken, and a captivating conversationalist, witty -- and more importantly -- laughs at my jokes. A very simple, vulnerable nature to boot (though she believes that her friends would call her a feminist) -- quite far from the assuming, proud, aloof kind I initially thought she might be. I start liking her. (I somehow wasn't on my guard which I usually am.)
On the fourth day I have to take leave for a couple of days to go to my native place to attend a family function. When I tell her I'm going to be away, she screams in jest : what, you are leaving me alone, how could you do this to me, just how could you? I laugh and say: come on, there are so many people around. She: so many people? who is there?
She tells me that once in her childhood she had lived in the place I was going to . We talk a bit more on it. She tells me that she likes a kind of sweetmeat from there and tells : get me some of it. The simplicity with which speaks, her childlike behavior, just takes my heart away. I think about her the whole duration I'm away, and on returning I bring her what she asked me to. She is surprised that I actually brought it, and is quite ecstatic.
Over the next few days our aquaintance grows. She talks most of the time, I listen. It's clear that she likes me a lot -- she opens up to me, always wants to talk on one thing or the other, and is generally happy. She asks for my help on professional matters -- though what she and I do are quite different jobs. I start longing to see her the next day, every day I return home. Before I could prevent it, I already get a feeling that I'm falling in love with her. In fact, she isn't quite the ideal profile I'd like to fall in love with -- she's six years younger to me, though I had thought initially that she might be three or so younger. Make no mistake -- not for a moment do I believe that *she* has any romantic interest in me. She is just a generally outgoing personality, has lots of friends, gets lots of calls every day. Moreover, I'm the kind of person who's extremely choosy about friends -- I always judge a person's worth and am hardly one to get infatuated -- have never been. But she passes most of my criteria, and reluctantly I somewhat relax the age factor.
We go to the office cafetaria for lunch on two occasions (always accompanied by other colleagues, never alone). On most days, though, she goes out with some of her female friends to lunch.
Hardly have enough time with her to talk. On most days I'd cut short our conversations in the cubicle after a couple of minutes (she'd go on and on otherwise), citing attention to work first. She'd say: oh, yeah -- and get back to work. But I, on my part, am longing to continue those in another setting.
(Contd in next post...)