Sunday, August 17, 2014

An evening

And I saw the shine in her eyes and it took me some time to realize that it's evident that it's actually moisture which is shining.

I have heard that the consumption of alcohol leads to moist eyes. Was it the same? I couldn't say but while I was thinking it started getting real watery.

Her eyes were full of tears, it struck me. I don't know how to handle that. For me the most honest approach is to feel the other person's sadness. I guess it comes out with my own experience. But it was so fast that I was sort of shocked.

A cute girl in tear is not a nice thing to handle. But thankfully she got her composure back and it got sort of normal. I don't know but it feels like girls at least most of them are so quick silver volatile. Their emotions flows like an inside of half filled water-tank going through rough terrains with real top speed.

For a guy like me who relies on stability and certainty, One whose mind is infested by lust and greed. Such vulnerable behavior are an insight into different world.

And then we moved forward, I have always find difficult to argue with girls, they are so repetitive and forceful, also puts a lot of thing into perspective so quickly that you cannot synchronize all of it and come out with a conclusion of yours.

It's fun to argue if you are not serious but yes it's hard to win. However I recently studied somewhere that women like to argue with the guys she is interested in. When they lose interest their urge to argue gets lesser.

So you can feel good if she is arguing with you. Anyhow she looked cute so I don't care if I lose a couple of arguments.

I always find that women words don't matches their action. This was no exception. She says she don't care anything. but it seems little things does matter to her.

I feel such an idiot for being so greedy on her. I know I should not have. But I don't know. Maybe that's what it was meant to be.

Sometime I feel our lives are the quest of feeling good about ourselves. Not only good but also feeling special, trusted and loved.  That is what after all makes us happy. We also relies on others for this.

It was a great evening. It was special.It was amateur, I was confused and she was lovely. I don't know why but I feel I owe her something somewhere.

I better not divulge more of it. I liked it and maybe it was best evening for me this year or maybe last few years.