Not that handsome guy

A couple of years back or so it seems i went to a party..one thrown for the most inane reasons- 2 of my friends had hooked up. Anyway so long as you get to dress up and a free bite. We were in college then, we went to Nirulas, ordered some good ole thin capsicum-onion pizza and a smoothie. There were 10 of us and then there was this average, reticent type guy sitting across from me.

We must have said only a couple of word to each other, or may be nodded, a few furtive glances, but then thats all. Serendipity is what brought us together. A couple of text messages misdirected and we got talking actually texting, but thats only semantically different. From "best of luck" for exams to "i have been thinking of you" took an eon; but we became friends. We had our rendezvous but things were limited to the cell. It' like in those old hindi movies where the man and his beloved meet each other in parks and terraces and sing "achha to hum chalte hain, fir kab miloge, jab tum kahoge, aadhi raat ko hmmm mm and so on...". This is pretty old fashioned, comparing this is contemporaneous to the widespread use of cell phones. But then i am an old fashioned gal.

Anyway so we went out the first time, he was in an olive green t-shirt and i was in a red faux leather jacket. Again we went to Nirulas. The gist is that we went out, didn't kiss, talked about some boring stuff and got back to the hostel. We are three friends, then in different colleges(now in different continents). At about the same time in our lives some men had entered. We were doing this whole description thing for each other of the respective men. I remember, distinctly, that i narrated how he looked and concluding with the following words:

He is not really that good looking, like those handsome types

Little did i know that i would be writing this 8 years hence, that "not that handsome guy" would be the guy i married.