I was studying in the library when a guy comes and stands next to me.
He was clearly staring at me.
When I looked towards him, he asked me if he could sit behind me. I was like, "Sure."
*Why was he asking? He does not seem completely normal either* I wondered
Anyway next he comes and stands at the aisle next to me. I ignore him. He returns and I look at him and I ask, "Can I help you?"
He mumbled something. I couldn't understand.
"Sorry?" I said.
"Can I have a hug?", he said.
"A hug?", I said
"Yea. A hug." he said
"No" I replied
He went away disappointed and I felt bad for him and I said, "Sorry...."
Later I noticed him at the aisle infront of me. He was trying to peek at me but the moment he felt he was caught, he went away.
AFter a minute I felt somebody was standing behind me, I turned around to see him.
He, "Can you sit here?" Pointing to the couch behind me.
Me, "What? Why?"
He, "Can I sit here?" This time he was pointing to the floor.
Me, "Why?"
He, "Because I want to." He sounded frustrated. And he squatted down on the floor.
*Why is he sitting on the floor. *
Anyway I turn around again and he again asks me for a hug.
I reply, "No"
He, "But you are so pretty." He was so desperate.
"No", I snapped at him.
He was at the verge of tears when I saw him run away.
I was completely freaked out and I decided to leave the library when I ran into this Nigerian guy who starting hitting on me at once. He knew little Hindi and even wished me a very happy independence day. Anyway so when he learned about my medical plans he said, "Yea, you will become a doctor and end up marrying an Indian guy. This is how it happens."
Me, "Have you ever been to India?"
He, "I haven't but I want to, especially Mumbai. That is the main hub of movies. Bollywood! I even try to learn Hindi. I have this app on my phone but it is not very good. Maybe you could teach me some."
I asked, "Sure. What do you do?" trying to avoid what he said.
He replied, "I just took my GMAT last week and will take my LSAT soon. Then I would like to go and work in Hyderabad. You should come there too and invent some technology or something and then you can break the rule and marry a Nigerian guy instead. We will have a big, lavish, colorful Nigerian-Indian wedding."
*We?? When did we become WE??*
He then said, "What is your facebook?"
Me, "I don't have facebook."
He continued, "Give me your number or email address since what are the chances that I will see you again here."
Me, "Maybe you will."
He said, "No, I can not just wait and do nothing. I meet this girl and I have to make sure that I meet her again. America is not a place to remain superstitious."
Me, "But I come from a country of superstitions."
He said, "Okay. just give me your email address. You can always put me in spam if you want."
Me, "That's not nice to put somebody in spam."
He said, "How will I contact you again?"
Me, "Okay, if I meet you again here, I will give you my email address. Let's see what is the probability of us meeting again here."
He, "Okay, how about you take my email address?"
Me, "Sure." I pretended to take his email just to get rid of him.
He replied, "Shukriya."
Me, "Your hindi is very good."
He, "Thank you. I want to have a Nigerian-India baby."
And he walked away to catch his bus.
I was like What the...!!!
He was clearly staring at me.
When I looked towards him, he asked me if he could sit behind me. I was like, "Sure."
*Why was he asking? He does not seem completely normal either* I wondered
Anyway next he comes and stands at the aisle next to me. I ignore him. He returns and I look at him and I ask, "Can I help you?"
He mumbled something. I couldn't understand.
"Sorry?" I said.
"Can I have a hug?", he said.
"A hug?", I said
"Yea. A hug." he said
"No" I replied
He went away disappointed and I felt bad for him and I said, "Sorry...."
Later I noticed him at the aisle infront of me. He was trying to peek at me but the moment he felt he was caught, he went away.
AFter a minute I felt somebody was standing behind me, I turned around to see him.
He, "Can you sit here?" Pointing to the couch behind me.
Me, "What? Why?"
He, "Can I sit here?" This time he was pointing to the floor.
Me, "Why?"
He, "Because I want to." He sounded frustrated. And he squatted down on the floor.
*Why is he sitting on the floor. *
Anyway I turn around again and he again asks me for a hug.
I reply, "No"
He, "But you are so pretty." He was so desperate.
"No", I snapped at him.
He was at the verge of tears when I saw him run away.
I was completely freaked out and I decided to leave the library when I ran into this Nigerian guy who starting hitting on me at once. He knew little Hindi and even wished me a very happy independence day. Anyway so when he learned about my medical plans he said, "Yea, you will become a doctor and end up marrying an Indian guy. This is how it happens."
Me, "Have you ever been to India?"
He, "I haven't but I want to, especially Mumbai. That is the main hub of movies. Bollywood! I even try to learn Hindi. I have this app on my phone but it is not very good. Maybe you could teach me some."
I asked, "Sure. What do you do?" trying to avoid what he said.
He replied, "I just took my GMAT last week and will take my LSAT soon. Then I would like to go and work in Hyderabad. You should come there too and invent some technology or something and then you can break the rule and marry a Nigerian guy instead. We will have a big, lavish, colorful Nigerian-Indian wedding."
*We?? When did we become WE??*
He then said, "What is your facebook?"
Me, "I don't have facebook."
He continued, "Give me your number or email address since what are the chances that I will see you again here."
Me, "Maybe you will."
He said, "No, I can not just wait and do nothing. I meet this girl and I have to make sure that I meet her again. America is not a place to remain superstitious."
Me, "But I come from a country of superstitions."
He said, "Okay. just give me your email address. You can always put me in spam if you want."
Me, "That's not nice to put somebody in spam."
He said, "How will I contact you again?"
Me, "Okay, if I meet you again here, I will give you my email address. Let's see what is the probability of us meeting again here."
He, "Okay, how about you take my email address?"
Me, "Sure." I pretended to take his email just to get rid of him.
He replied, "Shukriya."
Me, "Your hindi is very good."
He, "Thank you. I want to have a Nigerian-India baby."
And he walked away to catch his bus.
I was like What the...!!!
2 comments:
Hell! Literally THE HELL!
hahah you could totally write of book on all the crazzy things that happen to you!!
I know, right! I definitely want to write at least one book in my lifetime. And since I am not good at making up stories I guess I will just use my real life events ;-)
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