Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Back in our school days we had a friend (lets call him Joe), a nice guy but very shy. He liked a girl (lets call her Rose) from our neighborhood but he was very scared of telling her. He tried many times but failed. Since the girl's father was in the military they were moving to another place. He finally decided that he would tell everything to her but (he will ask her to come to a place by giving her a paper that will contain the direction)... man and I thought maths was complex for me.
So he drew with arrows and pointers the direction where he would be waiting. To ensure someone was there to carry him back in case he fainted, I accompanied Joe to her house. Well we knocked on her door and her mother opened. "Hi Joe how are you? You want to talk to Rose" after a waiting for 10 long seconds I looked at Joe and I said "Yes madam we want to talk to Rose". I swear I could literally feel him trembling, his face looked white as if he stopped breathing. Hi Joe how are you? said Rose. As soon as he saw her he threw the piece of paper near her doorstep he mumbled something and walked away, I ran after Joe.
In the evening Joe went to the place and waited for an hour, Rose never came. Next day he somehow managed to gather strength (didn't knew if they sold Gatorade in those times)... and decided to ask her why she never came. Just before he rang the bell we saw a pile of garbage near the stairs and guess what, his paper peeping out from the trash. He said "shit she read and threw the paper"
Rose left with her parents few days later. We found out Rose's friends started calling him "Pussy Boy". What we call him? Ofcourse "Pussy Boy"
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