Moments of Irony Options

[S. S. Wilkins]

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I looked at this post, and it gave me a funny look back. So, I deleted the son of a bitch.

Ok, seriously, I just didn't like the writing in the post.

I don't like portraying myself as someone that's really bitter. I kept the Bhagsu Cafe incident though.



This also leads me to another funny (to me) incident that happened about a month and a half ago. A little more than two months ago, I moved to Dharamsala, India. In my third week at Dharamsala, a friend named Rinchen* took me to Bhagsu, a small town that has a swimming pool. I personally don't like swimming (I hate water), but apparently, many people in the area disagree. So, we sit down at a small outdoor cafe. Rinchen goes off somewhere, and I just sit there drinking tea.

Pretty soon, two Indian families come, together, to the cafe to eat lunch. The children of the two families seem to be very interested in the westerner sitting alone drinking tea. Especially the boys.

Within 5 minutes, one of the boys comes to me and says, in pretty decent English, "My friend finds you very attractive, and is wondering if you will kiss him."

Now, while I do look in the mirror obsessively, I've never expected to have a guy hit on me. Or rather, have one of his friends hit on me for him. My answer was, "no thanks".

So, he goes back to his table (about 6 inches away...), and the boys start arguing. They're speaking in a foreign language, and once in a while slipping into English to call each other crazy.

By now, Rinchen has come back, and we just sit drinking tea some more. Then, the boys' mother asks if she can take some pictures of me with the boys. I look to Rinchen and he shrugs, so I accept.

Hot damn, Indian boys like to grope. In about three seconds, I had arms around my waist, and a hand on my ass. I'm a nice girl though, so I let them. Their mother takes a couple pictures, and they let me go.

One thing I have to admire about them though, is their brotherly love! The oldest one didn't hog my ass all for himself, he let the other two have a go as well!

Oh wait, it gets even funnier. Both families get up to leave about ten minutes after the picture-taking session. They're walking away, when suddenly the older boy comes back, and kisses me. Twice. After they notice a lack of slapping, the other boys follow suit quickly.

Indian boys are perverts.

And... I'm a guy.


*Ladies, Rinchen is HAWT. He's also in his final year at the Institute, so... if you want me to introduce you to him... :D

This post has been edited by S. S. Wilkins: May 25 2006, 06:58 AM

[S. S. Wilkins]