I was very tired today. I went to the gym to work out. When I was going back to the parking lot, I saw a girl who was very similar to Shani from the far. She was with a boy. It was dark, and I couldn't see them both well. "Is she Shani's doppelganger? I don't want to think that it wasn't Shani if it was her. So, I should see if she is Shani or not," I thought to myself, and I changed my path a little to face them. They were walking hand-in-hand. I got closer to them. It was Shani. She saw me, and she smiled.
Me: Hi.
She: Hi. (smiling)
Me: What's up?
She: Not much!
I turned to that boy, and I said hi. He was looking at me like a horse. "Who is he? I have never seen him before. Shani smiles; she is not ashamed for what she does. What is happening her. Somebody should tell me." I thought to myself.
"I said hi," I said to him again.
"Why doesn't he answer me? Is he rude? What's wrong with him?" I thought to myself.
"He is not Persian," Shani said.
"Aha! He is not Persian. OK. Whatever. Have a good night!" I said, and I left them. "He is not Persian. It was obvious. He was a dirty Indian boy. Is she crazy? Doesn't she know that I like her? Didn't I say it clearly? Why does she do this to me?" I thought to myself. I felt very very bad about Shani after that. "They could be lab mates or anything. I shouldn't judge people based on what I really don't know about them. I shouldn't let my heart pass wrong judgement on someone. Let's send her a message to let her know that I still like her," I thought to myself, and I sent her an empty text message. I just wanted to mean that I have nothing to say. I turned my mobile off to not to get any answer from her. I was very bad, and I didn't want to make any decision. I came home, and I thought about it.
"Even if he is boy whom she may like, they definitely met recently. It's nothing going on between them. I made a mistake by not asking her to be my girlfriend the other day; I should let her know that I still like her. Let her decide whatever she wants to decide. OK. Let's fix my empty message first," I thought to myself, and I turned my mobile on. She didn't reply anything to my empty message. She could ask me the reason or anything else, but she didn't. I sent her another text: "Hi. Sorry, my mobile died. I wanted to say if my bowl is still in your privacy because bring it back one day; I don't need it now though." (I am so sorry that I wrote such a rude message. I meant exactly what I wrote.)
"Sure," she answered immediately.
All I think is that this girl is crazy. She can have me, and she plays with other boys. Who prefers a dirty Indian over a decent awesome boy like me? Let's see what will she decide. I give her this chance to change her mind and come back to me. Otherwise, I don't care what kind of jerk she wants to sleep with.
Me: Hi.
She: Hi. (smiling)
Me: What's up?
She: Not much!
I turned to that boy, and I said hi. He was looking at me like a horse. "Who is he? I have never seen him before. Shani smiles; she is not ashamed for what she does. What is happening her. Somebody should tell me." I thought to myself.
"I said hi," I said to him again.
"Why doesn't he answer me? Is he rude? What's wrong with him?" I thought to myself.
"He is not Persian," Shani said.
"Aha! He is not Persian. OK. Whatever. Have a good night!" I said, and I left them. "He is not Persian. It was obvious. He was a dirty Indian boy. Is she crazy? Doesn't she know that I like her? Didn't I say it clearly? Why does she do this to me?" I thought to myself. I felt very very bad about Shani after that. "They could be lab mates or anything. I shouldn't judge people based on what I really don't know about them. I shouldn't let my heart pass wrong judgement on someone. Let's send her a message to let her know that I still like her," I thought to myself, and I sent her an empty text message. I just wanted to mean that I have nothing to say. I turned my mobile off to not to get any answer from her. I was very bad, and I didn't want to make any decision. I came home, and I thought about it.
"Even if he is boy whom she may like, they definitely met recently. It's nothing going on between them. I made a mistake by not asking her to be my girlfriend the other day; I should let her know that I still like her. Let her decide whatever she wants to decide. OK. Let's fix my empty message first," I thought to myself, and I turned my mobile on. She didn't reply anything to my empty message. She could ask me the reason or anything else, but she didn't. I sent her another text: "Hi. Sorry, my mobile died. I wanted to say if my bowl is still in your privacy because bring it back one day; I don't need it now though." (I am so sorry that I wrote such a rude message. I meant exactly what I wrote.)
"Sure," she answered immediately.
All I think is that this girl is crazy. She can have me, and she plays with other boys. Who prefers a dirty Indian over a decent awesome boy like me? Let's see what will she decide. I give her this chance to change her mind and come back to me. Otherwise, I don't care what kind of jerk she wants to sleep with.
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