There is no exact process or steps, of how a woman falls in love with a man. For every individual, they have their own story. Believe me or not, I was last person on earth to consider any sort of relationship with a man through internet. But, when it happened, my perception of things such as technology changed. The human connection is something I had overlooked.
Ask any woman, what kind of man she looks forward to and what kind of man she ends up with, it will never match up. So I knew, it’s better not to make expectation.
I always had some guy friends, but I always maintained some boundary with them. Being studious girl, I hardly had anytime to notice them in different light. I guess that caused a void inside me, emptiness. I met him randomly, one day while on Nepalnewschat. He seemed really irritating guy at first. But for some reason, I did not delete him. He would pester me with idiotic question, but I would answer rationally as I can.
Slowly, I started considering him friend. He always insisted on meeting up someday, but I would always make up some excuses. I held the notion that net friends should remain net friends. Over time, we both ended up In US for higher education. He was In New York and I was in California.
I was so lost in digging through books and going through papers, sometimes I badly needed break. For some strange coincidence at the right instance he would pop up. We both had our stories of struggle. I was able to bag assistantship on first semester itself while he had hard time even getting gas station job at the end of first semester. I used to complain him about how strict my advisor was and he would complain how miser his boss was.
Over time, we really started getting comfortable and discussing on topic that covered entire world. I guess it was his honesty and his down to earth attitude that I was fascinated with. So, one day he calls me and let me know ,”yeah it’s good Friday, today. ” I had no idea what it meant, so I pull up search on google. The first links is on Wikipedia explaining it was a religious holiday primarily observed by Christians. It took me maybe, five seconds to go through it. So, I ask him, when did you start going to church and he burst out laughing. He knew, I had always detested religion. Religion was one topic; I loathed very much and get me heated. He calmly explains to me that it has nothing to do with religion but rather having a very good time. Okie, so what kind of idiot would tell his female friend about going to a strip club? Although I was really mad, I played cool and wished him to have a good time.
Next whole week, he calls me up and tries to message me, but I ignore him. I guess he sensed that I was angry with me, but I didn’t care. Finally, I found I couldn’t stay without talking with him for long and pick up his call. I make excuse that I was busy writing papers and got caught up. So, I ask him how the experience was and he says “Wonderful”. Now, he just put final nails on the coffin. Just to tease him I ask him, “Is this first time, you have seen anyone naked?” I was glad to know it was his first time though. I was not willing to let him go so easily on this incident so I keep on pestering him with all sorts of question. Finally, he mentions that Nepalese girls don’t have curvy body. Now, that really got me aggravated to the extreme. So I bring into notice to him that, “You just said, you havenot seen anyone. How do you know then? Or did you go to Thamel to do some sampling? How can you say that, you have not been with Nepali girls? You have not even seen me.” This time I banged the phone so hard wishing it was not table but his head.
Back in the day, there was no Facebook, nor Skype. Video conversation through messengers like yahoo, msn sucked really and it was grainy. Besides for few pictures that we shared with each other, we seriously had no idea how the other person looked liked. After the incident, we again started talking slowly. He said he was sorry for his remarks.
So, one day I text him, “ I am having good Friday”. It was actually bunch of Nepali youth, eager to go clubbing. I was never excited to go anywhere, where there is lots of people and dim lights. But, I guess there is always first time. I made sure before I had my first Tequila shot, I had posed ticked out standing firm on stiletto and managed to have some good pictures. Just to add icing on the cake, I made sure I had taken few pictures with some buff guys. I never ever tasted any form of alcohol and this thing tasted like shit and burned my throat. I wondered, why do people even drink this thing? I promised to myself, this is going to be my first and last shot ever. I played safe and acted as if I had drunk little too much and just kept watching people around me. We were home by midnight and just before going to bed I made sure, I had uploaded my best pictures on hi5.com.
When I woke up next day, I looked at my phone and there were 30 missed calls.
