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Mr. Cutie and Mr. Hottie

I’m 17 and I just can’t believe that I don’t have a single crush! I mean, come on! I spend majority of my time in Churchgate where I’m constantly surrounded my hot, sexy guys. A crush in this situation is just passé. But no! I have to start showing attitude and act egoistical in front of every fuckin guy!!! Yeah, people think I’m just acting oversmart and that this is my way of seeking guys’ attention and all that shit. U wish. I wish that too, actually. Because atleast that will mean that I’m INTERESTED.
U know, I’d started doubting my preferences but when I realized that I still liked guy celebs (like Ashton Kutcher, Jim Sturgess, Abhay deol, VJ Niel, etc), I breathed a great sigh of relief. Phew! Not everything’s lost. So I started looking at guys, like, really looking. But all I saw was a big pretentious baboon.

Enter Mr. Cutie.
Oh! This is the guy. This is the guy I’ve been looking for. Cute, funny and smart. I felt relieved at finally acting normal.
But, he had to call me SISTER the very first time we talked. SISTER!!!
There went my cute guy. I felt like kicking him in his gut. Hard.
Why the bloody hell did he have to speak? Why couldn’t he just shut his mouth and let me dream about being with him happily? Why did he have to CALL ME SISTER?
And so ended my week-long crush on the ridiculously stupid and snotty and bighead and idiot and swiny cutie.
Enter Mr. Hottie.
Ok. He seems good. And he’s hot. And he didn’t call me sister. And he also sent me a FB friend request. Yay! He’s so my right guy. The guy I’ve been looking for. My Mr. perfect. Tall, fair and stunningly handsome.

But he fags! He FAGS! And he doesn’t know any other word except for LOL or hehehe or hahhaa or hihhihiii… Ok, dude. I got it. U can laugh. But please!!! When I imagined you with me, you were talking, like, using sensible, English words! And why the fuckin hell did you have to fag, and expertly too.
And thus ended my even shorter crush on this hot smoker.
Atleast he didn’t call me sister!
So how am I supposed to fall in love when I’m surrounded by people like this?
I was right. Pretentious, swiny, snotty, idiotic baboon.
And they say I am abnormal.:(

Comments

Shantanu said…
wow...frustration unleashed was it?? anyways..funny way to put it....i am a GUY and probably a Pretentious, swiny, snotty, idiotic baboon..... but still i liked it....
February 2, 2010 at 10:04 PM
Dreamcatcher said…
yeah...a baboon...but der r always exceptions u know...maybe its just my luck!!!!...werever ders jitika...bad luck has to follow!!!:P
February 3, 2010 at 12:21 AM
Anish Patel said…
Nice way to throw frustration.....
Funny n enjoyed....
June 17, 2010 at 8:29 PM
Dreamcatcher said…
nyc dat u likd it anish.....but me? i was so angry dat tym....couldn't i jus get a normal guy to have a crush on....m sooooo love-less right now...sigh! :(
June 17, 2010 at 11:46 PM
Anish Patel said…
you will get surely.. n soon... there r exceptions also... just keep open ur heart....
June 18, 2010 at 2:14 AM
Dreamcatcher said…
hehhehee......too much to do....iv given up hopes.....but try karne me kya jata hai..:P
June 18, 2010 at 6:39 AM
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