"Life's never all haha-and-hehes OR the romantic-sitcoms people watch"

When I got a chance to meet new people the other day. The usual judgements and prejudices overshadowed my new resolution of actually talking to less-attractive girls. Other than the slight nods and "Yeas" or "Nopes", I couldn't utter anything else. Following the long desperation since the person I'd been seeing or at least was interested in seeing went away, I'd been making a resolution of trying out with someone whom I would consider isn't of my idealogical 'type'. Yea, I consider myself a world-class judgemental but tell me who is not. Minor things turns me off. Like, the other day there was this girl, bronze medium length hair, fairly 'okay' looking, drove a motor scooter, had a well propotioned body, wore jeans, not too-much makeup but few light touches and an average Kathmanduite in every way.

Things started out okay. We shared pleasantry and soon found a common topic to talk on to. Speaking of which, not just the body or the face. Lately, its even the voice I'm starting to judge or consider. This girl had a bit mushy dry voice which isn't always a big attractor. But I continued on (I am desperate, remember!). Her reactions to jokes (sense of humor) was good. Not lacking nor having over sense of humor. It was good, her laughs weren't embarrasing nor was it like an elephant's trumpet. My jokes seemed to do justice.

Her smile was pretty good. She wasn't just the 'listener' kind who never talked nor was she the 'chatty' kind who never let you talk. She had a fair Q and A type conversation style, which I preferred. She had not put any body spray, which didn't mean she stank. It was just that she'd not been able to get that extra-point of "sexy with a pleasant smell" bonus. No eye-shadows always meant modest. Which by my standards is perfect.

So till now, considering my desperation, she was fitting the bill. Then came the "minor things". A few good moments later, I noticed her nails. Well, I told you the 'minor things'. Her nails were of the small kinds. The ones which are really small. But it wasn't the length that mattered, it was the careless nail-polish of hers that did. She chewed her nails it seemed which was still okay but the way she'd put on her nail-polish or was lazy enough not to wipe 'em off made her hands seems really unimpressive. And that turned me off? well, not quite yet. Later, came the "I sing a song when am happy" thing. Well, she was uttering this totally off-tune and totally "i-get-nausea-when-I-listen-to-it" kinda song with her raspy voice. That turned me off.Yea, it did. Even more frustrating was that she continued on, as if I were infact applauding her.

You might say, bollocks, what has a song got to do. It has in many levels! First off, our song choices are poles apart which can much tell about one's other choices like movies, various interests and even compatibility. Other than that, when the interests diverge so does interaction. And interactions makes up the second dates, third dates and eventually relationships.

Once turned off. Things started seeming even worse for me. I was already being nauseated as she continued to sing the song in her own world without even bothering that I was becoming tortured right next to her. At this point, the only solution was "escape" or "stop her from singing". The second option might have been a good choice but once turned off, her nose seemed longer, her eyes too wide apart, her bronze hair looked strange and so on. I had to leave. Judgemental or not, I yet couldn't keep my resolution and opted the friendly, "it-was-nice-meeting-you-(shake hands)*hope-we-never-meet-again*" manoeuvre.

After that I ran like I'd run away from an explosion. All the way back to the house, I'd tried convincing myself of what could have happened if I'd eventually gone out with her. The desperate and the eclectic has created a new tension for which rarely is there a win-win situation. Throughout the busy, cool breezed, orange-colour skied Kathmandu Valley, I bet there'll be one who'd fit the bill perfectly. Just have to have the patience to keep the desperate from daring something I'd later regret.