Date # 8: Indian Number Two

This short friendship took place right after a break-up with another Indian guy, whom I dated for close to a year. And although my heart was not exactlty broken, I still wanted someone to reassure me that my ex will have plenty of reasons to regret his decision "to take time off".

This man was tall, handsome and intelligent. He was educated in Great Britain and spoke perfect English with a slight hint of a British accent. He had great taste in clothes and knew all the best places in town. In short, he was a perfect "rebound guy".

There was a slight confusion when I couldn't remember his name, but he laughed it off and repeated it -- only to have it once again escape my brain the minute after he said it.

We met for dinner and drinks on a Thursday... Time seemed to fly. The conversation was great, he was very charismatic, and I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful olive skin and chiseled classical features. He was extrememly nice, sweet and respectful, even setting up a second date before we said goodbye. The following Sunday, he would make dinner for me at his house, and then we would make our way to a concert. I couldn't believe my luck.. what a great guy!

It was only too unfortunate that when I accidentally found myself at the same bar with him on Saturday, he was there making out with another girl. Needless to say, I never spoke to him again.

I guess we all have hidden agendas. Mine was to find a rebound. His was to find someone on the side. Too bad our agendas didn't match up.

And although now and again, I bump into him at different places, we never acknowledge each other's presence. Therefore, he remains forever nameless as Indian # 2.