The Dev D syndrome started working on me. I don’t know why that
crazy bitch left me. I told her many times that I will love her forever and
ever, but that thought was bothering her more. I cried before her “I gave you
my heart, my money, my time and you just threw me aside like I was some piece
of garbage.” And I got the best reply “Yeah, I’m bad.” I started working on my
Liver failure by boozing heavily, but later I realized this will not help me anymore;
I just wanna be loved; I need a girl.
Next morning, I mean afternoon, I woke up and went to CCD for some
coffee. I found one of my college junior, Kamini, was having coffee alone. I
rushed to her and complimented her for new hair colour. She pointed out and
made fun of my unpaired socks; it was because of hangover. She was working as
Sales Manager in some Ice-Cream making firm and after looking at her baggage’s,
I got it why they chosen this mammal in their company. Kamini was one of
hottest chick of my Graduation College. Her great body and long legs can drop
any guy’s jaw. Like every guy, I fantasized about her many times, even though I
was in relation. Fantasizing is not cheating. To women it is; they even don’t
like the idea that you’re mentally replacing them with someone else. The only
topic which I could extend was our college life. I know it was dull but I have
to. When she asked about my past relationship; I made it clear that we have
stopped killing ourselves. I also thought to ask her same question, but was
confused about which relationship I should ask. She had multiple affairs, till
school her scorecard was in double digits. She was in hurry, she had given me
her Number and left. This girl was too outrageous; I have lost my track record
on relationships so I need this kind of girl whose at least true to me even
though loose in character.
The fore frontal hug and let’s
get together was full indication that coast is clear for me. I called her
at night, her number was busy. She called me back and given me the unexpected
reason, “One Guy was trying hard for me.” She respects me enough of being true
to me. Sometimes girls make good fun of our intellectuals by lying including my
ex, but Kamini was different. We started talking daily and started sharing with
each other. She speaks crapes for everyone even for her closest friend, she
manipulate people by giving them wrong advice, she was unbelievable
incongruous, self-obsessed, find fault in everything, only time anyone can
enjoy with her when you’re crawling on her body; at that point who wants to
think about inner beauty. In total, one thing was missing in her that was her
soul. She told me about her past relationship problems, after hearing all those
I concluded she’s a big time Bitch. Bitch had fond of
cooking and shopping; I too told her I like cooking. However it wasn’t, last
time I turn on the stove to light my cigars.
One evening, I asked her out. She looted me in Shopping Mall,
before getting bankrupt I told her that I’m starving, “Can you come to my room,
and prepare some stuffs for me”. It’s the fact in today’s world, if you are
dating a girl who is younger than you, there’s a good chance she lost her
virginity before you. . She cleverly smiled and understood my intentions. We
were in my room but sad part was my room-mate was around. I introduced Kamini
to my room-mate and she snatched him by saying, “It’s hard to live when your
girlfriend ditched you, and worst part is you have invested so much on her that
you can’t able to pay the house rent.” My roommate gave me a look and interpreted
that I’m bad mouthing him.
I rushed her immediately to my apartment terrace to play Titanic; moon, stars, shimmering skyline
can make any girl and guy emotional. It’s weird but Horny is also one kind of
an emotion which I was feeling. I made my classic move; looking in her eyes I commented
it’s most beautiful eyes in the world. First she controlled, and then she burst
out of laughter. “Are you giving me reason to get laid?” I was going to shake
head, but I grabbed her and kissed her. She also responded by kissing me hardly,
at the same time her tongue was also counting my teeth. Now I can bet on her
scorecard. Eventually, out of curiosity or willingness to know my performance,
I asked her how was the kiss? “Why don’t you guys understand, pressing the
elevator button in rapid succession does NOT cause the elevator to arrive any
more quickly.” I got my answer, I was under-performer.
Her words were haunting me, my ego was hurt. Even I started hating
elevator, and began using stairs. Every time, I meet her, she never showed
concern about me. She was self centred, annoying and constantly blaming the
world; I was tired of that issue. Within the days, I discovered that she had
nothing that I need. There was no question left of getting intimate. Her daily
shopping ritual was breaking my back bone. I was walking in the same path as of
my roommate. I had no respect and sentiments toward her, I was done with
her. Next week, I didn’t take her out for
shopping, and she left me.
“Once a bitch is always a bitch”
