Water runs dry.It all began with a particular
36D (no, I am not talking about bra sizes here ;p). 36D was the seat I sat on, on the plane coming back to Melbourne last month. I remember that flight being the most miserable ever, because I was missing home already and was so reluctant to say goodbye to the people who came to see me off. Also, it didn't help that the previous night's events had left me unsettled and at a terrible loss. For the first few hours into the flight, I read the card, checked out the chocolates, listened to a few songs on repeat and perhaps cried a little too. I watched zero movies and refused to make any conversation with the person beside me.
Until that person started to make conversation with me.People who know me well enough will know that I love, absolutely
love imitating accents, especially that of the Indian (simply because I am good at it ;p). Turns out that the guy hails from North India and he was actually
quite okay-looking to start with. You know, defined features and all. I was in no mood to talk, but I wanted to be polite and I guess listening to his accent kept me pretty entertained (so that I could brush up on mine too), haha. He wasn't that bad a conversationist apart from the fact that I had to strain my ears a couple of times to actually get what he was saying. But on the whole we actually did get along, and before we got off the plane we exchanged contacts.
Tonight, two weeks later, we arranged to have dinner. Before anyone gets funny ideas, I have to say that it was totally platonic and it wasn't like a romantic date-date. In fact, it wasn't even close to being a proper dinner thing because
"Since you've never had Indian food and I've never had Chinese food, let's grab a burger from Mc-D." Ok, fair enough - though I admit that I would at least prefer a slightly better environment to talk. But nevermind.
Dinner conversation was rather easy and there were actually things to talk about, but it was also then that I realised how different we are, in terms of cultural backgrounds and interests and hobbies, and even our outlook on life. He clubs and parties like there was no tomorrow while I'd just like to chill at home with the TV, thank you very much. He plans to get married with the girlfriend in two years, have kids and all that kind of happy-family stuff, whereas I believe in having my fun for as long as I can, never getting married and never, ever,
EVERRRRR having children.
Okay, let's all face it here. Opposites do attract, but somewhere along those two parallel lines there has to be
some point of intersection, I think. You don't exactly have to be two peas in a pod but you can't be different like chocolate and onion either. Take for example myself and the "Meanies". We differ from each other like pigs and dogs, but we share the same interests and tastes in music, film, food, clothes (O_o?) and my
god, has anyone seen us together in cam-whore state?!?! My Bimbzies and I - well, basically the three of us are of the same height (so no one has to look down on anyone!!!! ;p) and we laugh at the silliest, corniest things together. Also, HJ and I - both of us being absolute bitches/gossip-mongers through and through, despite having totally different personalities otherwise (that's probably the only thing that kept us going strong for the past 9 years ;p)... so on and so forth.
This Indian friend of mine here, well... let's just put it this way - we are very different people. Period.
So what?, you may think. But trust me, having common areas of interest is very crucial to enjoying each other's company and having a good time.
"Doo yoo van tu go tu a deesko?"
"No."
"Vat aboud go tu a klub?"
"Not really."
"Voold yoo like a beer?"
"No."
"Hev yoo faund a boifrend?"
"Huh? In two weeks? No."
"Yoo sed yoo like guyz hoo can play muzik rite? I hev a frend (from India) who can play veli good guitar. Doo yoo van mee tu eentroduce heem tu yoo?"
"O_o? Hmm... no thank you."
"Doo yoo verk part-tyme heer?"
"No."
"Vai?!"
........ -_-
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We ended up going to Crown (the casino) for a walk and a try at the Big Wheel (he lost ten bucks after a mere two rounds O_o), as well as some arcade games. Spent $4.50 playing
Initial D and
Daytona (they were actually quite fun O_o). He once again tried to ask if I was keen to go to a disco but I was really not interested and I did not want to oblige just because. By that time my guilt was already killing me because I had zero interest in the things he suggested doing and I felt so, so bad for having to say no to almost everything... Finally I told him I wanted to go home and very conveniently shooed him back to the train station instead of accepting his offer of waiting for the tram with me.
SIGH.
Couldn't have been happier when I finally got back home. It wasn't a baaaaad outing all in all, but I just wish it could have been with someone whom I at least shared something with. He is a nice and funny guy, but I guess that spark for a good friendship to develop was very obviously absent. Don't know if he'll actually call again, but we'll see how it goes.
If there was anything I learnt from all this, it would be the importance of the proverb "
Birds of a feather flock together".
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And to dearest Gunther, who has managed to remain so admirably strong and composed despite all that had happened: We love you, and we'll be waiting :)
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Birds of a feather flock together.I promise you, the answer will come
Hold on to patience, and watch for the sign.
Corrinne May - Everything In Its Time.
