His big day is coming up next week. He is the man of my dreams. He is the love of my life.
One day many many years back, in a conference room in a posh hotel, as I sat with a group of people working on our team building activity, I heard a voice dismissing all our ideas as downright childish. I looked up with barely hidden irritation to see someone leaning casually against a table next to the one we were all sitting at. He was tall with a lean but muscular build which was not yet in vogue at that point in time. He looked around the table with his piercing hazel green eyes and his smirk seemed to challenge us to disagree with him. He even had a couple of wing men on either side and looked every bit a playboy. His smirk transformed into an almost-smile when our eyes met and I looked away.
He dragged a chair and sat at our table and started speaking. Within minutes, everybody forgot his obvious display of arrogance and dived deep into discussions about his ideas because they were damned good and he had a way with words and a great sense of humour which made people like him instantly. Later in the day, my girlfriend and I were standing in the corridor outside my room when he saw us and walked towards us. He introduced himself and in a matter of minutes, we were all talking and laughing like old friends.
Our easy friendship continued for many months and we could talk to each other about anything under the sun. There was never any undercurrent or tension between us because despite my initial impression, he was no playboy. In fact, he was the exact opposite of that - a perfect gentleman. He was a charmer alright, but I have never seen him take advantage of anyone. We were like two guys hanging out together, mostly with a bunch of other friends. Until one fateful evening, we had that perfectly platonic friendship which did not require any label.
Back to earth - I am baking a tiramisu cake for him. Not just because he loves tiramisu, but also because tiramisu means 'pick me up'. He picked me up - not just that evening, but every time since, whenever I needed to be saved.
One day many many years back, in a conference room in a posh hotel, as I sat with a group of people working on our team building activity, I heard a voice dismissing all our ideas as downright childish. I looked up with barely hidden irritation to see someone leaning casually against a table next to the one we were all sitting at. He was tall with a lean but muscular build which was not yet in vogue at that point in time. He looked around the table with his piercing hazel green eyes and his smirk seemed to challenge us to disagree with him. He even had a couple of wing men on either side and looked every bit a playboy. His smirk transformed into an almost-smile when our eyes met and I looked away.
He dragged a chair and sat at our table and started speaking. Within minutes, everybody forgot his obvious display of arrogance and dived deep into discussions about his ideas because they were damned good and he had a way with words and a great sense of humour which made people like him instantly. Later in the day, my girlfriend and I were standing in the corridor outside my room when he saw us and walked towards us. He introduced himself and in a matter of minutes, we were all talking and laughing like old friends.
Our easy friendship continued for many months and we could talk to each other about anything under the sun. There was never any undercurrent or tension between us because despite my initial impression, he was no playboy. In fact, he was the exact opposite of that - a perfect gentleman. He was a charmer alright, but I have never seen him take advantage of anyone. We were like two guys hanging out together, mostly with a bunch of other friends. Until one fateful evening, we had that perfectly platonic friendship which did not require any label.
Back to earth - I am baking a tiramisu cake for him. Not just because he loves tiramisu, but also because tiramisu means 'pick me up'. He picked me up - not just that evening, but every time since, whenever I needed to be saved.
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