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Fashion, FoneCalls and F’book Flirting

7 Mar

Yesterday, I attended your average college fashion show. I saw 2 teams perform, and absolutely loved one. In the team that I supported so vehemently, the girls (and guys) were ugly, could not walk for nuts, were out-of-sync but were dressed like urban trash, made movements that would Muthalik a stroke and wore make-up that was reasonably scary.
But they were dressed soo profanely. Not in the sense that there was a lot of skin-show (though that too) but high heels, uber-trendy dresses, hair-dos, truckloads of make-up and gyrating movements and such. So very ruffling.
And I loved it.

And I love the idea of walking the ramp, shocking people out of their wits. I’d do it, if I were not short, and a bit heavy around the middle. But then again, I have a little too much brain to be able to join them up there so…

Anyway, urban trash has come to town, and I’m loving it so!
The team eventually ended in last place. It was pure politics, though. The other teams had senior students, whereas this one had only freshmen. That happens often, here.

In other news, I woke up this morning and read an SMS from my corporate-honcho uncle asking him to call him in the morning. As expected, the news of my Brazil internship had reached him, and he wanted to speak to me about why I wanted to go there, instead of staying here in good old India.
I expected that phone-call to be a rather arduous task, because he has ALL this industrial exposure, and I don’t, and he knows what’s better for careers, but then I talken him through the entire concept, my desire to travel as a student, live in a foreign country for some time (as a student), have a foreign internship on my CV and so forth, and at the end of some 20 uncomfortable minutes on the phone, he Hmm-ed and hung up saying “We’ll talk again.”
I mean, wow! I actually sort-of, if not convinced, was at least not bowled over by him! Like, yay!

This morning, I was scanning through queer-news in Indian papers on google, when I came across this book review. The author sounded obviously, you-know, and I recall a friend mentioning that he visited the launch some time ago, so I knew he was. And he’s really really cute!
So I somehow tracked him down (onto facebook) and shot off an e-mail from my anonymous account. A reasonably flirtarious email, mind you!
Like, geez! I’m SUCH a flirt! I called him a drama-queen twice (followed by πŸ˜› and πŸ˜‰ respectively, so that he wouldn’t take offence… I hope he doesn’t!) and complemented him on his looks two times as well. And I haven’t even read the book!Β 

Which reminds me that I must read the book !


I hope he writes back. It’ll be fun if he does! But then again, he IS a celebrity! But then again, I DO need sources to elicit queer-party-invitations πŸ˜›
Oh well, fingers crossed!

French Conquests – The (not quite) dramatic conclusion

11 Jun

Since I haven’t advertised my blog at all, save for commenting on a few others and hoping them to link back, I was only too delighted to be asked to complete my account of my pursuit of Ze French Chef!

If you do not know who it is that I speak of, you might want to rush through these…

French Conquests Part 1

French Conquests Part 2


On one fine evening, I was dawdling on the terrace after tea, having excused myself of the oldies on the pretext that their conversation was dull and that I wanted to listen to music, but evidently stood in wait for his arrival (that happened soon after).

I smiled at him and pretended to continue to listen to my music. He walked up to me, and I frantically removed my earphones.

FC : Would you like some Vodka?

Me: Errr….

FC: Oh, do you take ze alcohol?

Me: Ya!

FC: Would you like some vodka with juice?

Me(shocked): At 6 in the evening???

FC: Yea!!

Me: Err.. Okay!

FC: Yea? Okay, I be right back!

And so, he took off; I was floored (yet again!) I continued to listen to my music, but actually played upon possible conversation in my mind, as I observed him run to the kitchen, fetch some juice, run into his room (how I wish I could’ve followed, sob!) and then come right back to me πŸ™‚

So we sat there, sipping our drinks. I initiated conversation, very carefully phrasing “I do not know your name” in the best french I could. He did understand what I was saying but asked me “Was that a question?”

“Well, it was supposed to be conversational, not inquisitional” I wanted to respond, but refrained from doing so owing to the 2 somewhat complex words I would’ve had to translate into simpler English for him, without being able to.

So I learned his name, (which I shall not reproduce here!), and that he was 26 (I swear he didn’t look a day over 23), a party-animal, loved to travel (had been traveling for 5 years the world-over), had a brother and 2 parents back in France and what not.

He, on the other hand, learned nothing about me! He didn’t ask for a thing!! Well, except my taste in music, which failed to coincide with his.

That pretty much killed some of my obsession, but not all. Though I did lie in wait for him in the following days before my departure, I wasn’t too disappointed when he didn’t turn up.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have an encounter like the numerous ones I read about here and there. Sexually charged ones!

At the present rate, it is doubtful. I live in a small town where I know one other gay person (oh, now 2!) and strongly dislike him. Everyone else is hidden deep inside the closet (as am I, to an extent) or appears to be beyond my reach.

Well, I’ll miss dear FC, though not for too long. I got back and tried to look him up on Facebook and Orkut to no avail. Even if I had succeeded, I’d pretty much have no valid reason to add him. He shall travel the country for the next 8 months, and I will probably stop and wonder, time and again, where and how he is doing. If he got some other rat lucky!

It remains, however, another chapter of my life that I must unwillingly close.

French Conquests Part 2

6 Jun

June 1, 12.35 AM

Events of the Day
Efforts to attract his attention continue! Managed to gather guts to ask him some random questions about how long he’s staying etc. in front of family, that too after they initiated conversation with him!
On the flip side, stayed on the terrace with my lappie all night waiting for him to come for his regular evening spend. Was on the phone with Shan, crying away, when he finally came (after hours).
He noticed me, climbed the terrace. I hung up in a hurry. I believed he said something like “Do you want some rum?” I’m sure those weren’t his words, but I thought he did say that then, and I declined. A bit oh “Huh?”s and “What?”s followed (the regular panic attack) and he said he saw me and came to check if I needed anything. Then he left. (Sob!)
Called Shan up again and cried a little more. Think he’s gonna get sick of me soon 😦
I wonder though, if he’s noticing me at all. He doesn’t seem to know. How can I drop a hint, for god’s sake?
Maybe I should go and sprawl myself naked on his bed 😦

French Conquests Part 1

6 Jun

30th May 2008
I’m away on vacation with extended family in a aesthetic resort tucked away in a corner of the country, that happens to flaunt a Chef from France who appears to be here for a short stint over the summers.
When initially I heard the Chef was from France, I was somewhat incredulous but thought, “Oh well, Cool!” When I saw him in person, I was FLOORED!
He is unbelievably cute! Doesn’t look quite French, though. Somewhat Indian. And he’s young. And he’s gay!
No, he did not tell me, but his effeminacy isn’t a secret. So much so that ma famille, the youngest of which is 10 years older than I am, in age, and amongst the older of which are my folks, seemed to be quite cognisant of it and took note of it commenting “Chhakha hai?” behind his back.
Yes, in a way, I too was called one by my family today. Another milestone in knowing that the best place for me in this world is probably far, far away from them. Yes, sure they are relatively young and open-minded, greet the chef warmly, indulge him and drown him in with compliments for his cooking, but in the safe knowledge that he is in no way part of their lives. I, on the other hand, am. At the end of the day, you may be surrounded by minorities of all sorts, but one remains safe in the knowledge of belonging in the majority, and shudder at the thought of being related directly to anything out of “their ordinary.”

So it took me a short moment to figure out his orientation. Even if I hadn’t, it would’ve hardly deterred me from pursuing him in whatever small way! I spent the afternoon attempting to look non-chalant and stroll the length and breadth of the resort in an attempt to track him down, to no avail. I did eventually sense an occupied room in the otherwise deserted establishment, but only short of stopped myself from entering it! Stood outside for quite some time, hoping he’d step out (in a towel) and invite me in πŸ™‚
Wishful thinking.
Ever since then, I’ve been making every small attempt to attract his attention towards me. It doesn’t seem to work too well 😦

5 Reasons I want to be successful in seducing him:-
1. He’s HOT!
2. French people love sex
3. I love the thought of sex once again
4. I’d KILL to have sex with a French guy
5. I’d KILL to have sex with a young, hot French guy

5 Reasons I should not try:-
1. Showing any more interest in him that I already am, in conversation, would Out me to them!
2. He’s passive, I’m passive
3. It would last a few days, and then I’d have to forget him!
4. Don’t like myself too much.
5. Hard to get over something of HIS sort!

I’m very very divided. Either I’m invisible to him, or… I cannot imagine. He’s HARDLY noticed me at all!


More on tomorrow’s adventures tomorrow!