The cheat

This is the second part of a two-piece article. Read the first part here

He knew she would not understand. Or maybe he was wrong after all. He wished to help, but alas. He had never imagined things to get so serious from that casual online chat. He had pinged her thinking she was just one of those girls , too occupied with her own sense of the world. But she was a breath of fresh air in that crapped life of his. Her beliefs, her ways seemed to be tailor-made to suit him. He still remembered being shocked when he heard her use expletives for the first time. She didn’t even talk like the other girls. She simply had no apprehensions. Time flew by, and as they got to know each other better, their desire to get closer grew stronger. It came naturally to him. Just out of a long-term relation, he badly needed someone who could listen to him, and share his heartbreak- she seemed to love doing that. They took to each other like the proverbial fish to water. The chat progressed to SMSes and then to calls in no time, he loved his sleep but she loved talking late into the night and on most days now he slept while still on the phone. Life was amazing. She understood him so well, and things could not be any better. But then, life seldom stagnates, and since it could not get better, there was only one way to go: it got worse.

 
Before they could realize, they had moved from dear to sweetie and then on to sweetheart…and there was no stopping beyond that. They were both clear that they didn’t want to get into any kind of commitment, a relation was out of question but yet he had made her feel so special. Every time he said something, he looked at her in a way as if to say that it had a second hidden meaning just for her to find out. To him, it was an awesome game they were playing, and the fact that it was hidden from all, made it all the more exciting. He didn’t even realize when the games got serious.

He understood that it was no game that day in the theater.  They had gone out, their gang of friends, and she was sitting next to him. He started playing with her fingers, and soon realized that she was looking at him, her stare burning into him. They looked at each other- and only the fidgeting of the guy next to him saved the moment from being burnt by that fire. That look haunted him. He could feel it that she wanted him. But he was just a fleeting moment in her life. He could not stay with her, come what may- he was already pledged. And she was a trespasser on to him.

The moment came. They were in the library that day browsing through the day’s papers when she suggested they go for a coffee. Sitting with their cups in the lonely corner what began as casual flirting soon moved into uncharted territory as her hands moved on his body and his touch was lost on her. Those few minutes, he could think of nothing else- all seemed right, and only she seemed to exist. The fingers entwined as their eyes held each other and he was burning inside as lust took over. Guilt followed the passion as soon as he was spent and he knew he had erred again. His past came haunting as he stared blankly into her eyes and he could muster just one line- “I am sorry. I have to leave.”

Thanks !

I stand looking out the window- no idea what I want. I remember that time when I was content, you fuelled in me a desire, a fire to achieve and now…I am lost. That fire consumes me still. I remember the time when you used to say that you wanted for me all success in life but it’s only now that I realize why you never replaced the ‘success’ with ‘happiness’. You have always been smart, girl.

In hindsight, that itself could be the reason why things are what they are. We always made an odd pair, didn’t we? The smart but silent girl with the ever-smiling idiot. I assume I should be upset, or maybe even angry (though I am not sure I can be either because it’s you we are talking about). But right now, as I stand alone I feel only gratitude. Girl, you made me what I am. But for you, I might have been now sitting at a rickety table, victim to that inertia which never shakes. You were the pull that brought me out of the gravity, and now, no matter what, all I can do is oscillate- only look at that which is mine and not remove the distance, feel you all around me and continue ignore your very existence. Thank you girl, you taught me life!

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Shattered...and alone

He cried. Cried and thought. But thoughts were hard to come by. He didn’t know what was happening. Was he shocked? Or was he sad? Was he angry…or something else…he had no idea what he felt. He remembered one of his female friends once told him ‘Its heart wrenching to see a man crying.’ He so wished it was true. That somehow she would see his tears, that somehow his pain could wrench something inside her- he was ready for anything she would do- her mood swings, her speech barbs, he was even willing to be her toy all his life, if only…if only she gave him a chance. If not a chance, then at least give him his mistakes. He felt he at least deserved an explanation- a reason at least. She had occupied his days and nights for the last three years, coming to him as the sun comes to the earth and in doing so she had shown him an all new life. He was the night sky, and she became his moon. His saving grace, his complement.

He couldn’t believe it still. Somewhere his mind said that the mists would clear and things would be as perfect as they were. How could they not be with his angel beside him? But then, he needed the angel for perfecion. And the angel was not ‘his’ anymore. It was a simple phone conversation and when she said “we need to talk” he at first believed it was a prank but she sounded serious, dead serious. Only now he knew that whether it was a prank or not was something nobody would ever know. His angel was gone. Forever.

Flooring a man- The dumbo way

Its been known to be a fact since eternity that no one can read a women’s mind. Quite true. On the other hand, men have almost always been equated with straight lines. But the human mind is equally complex for both the sexes, and while women may well be the more complicated sex, men do have theirr share of mysteries. So lets unearth a few of them here.

• Let him think: It is a fact which every girl knows, but very few realize. Just like women need to talk, men need to think. They need time for reflection, they need to have time when they can be free of any concerns and beyond all care. In this time men hate to talk or being talked to. And women naturally feel uncared for and isolated at these times. They think him to be upset at something, and they try to solve it the way they know: by talking about it. They keep trying to find a problem when there actually is none. And the result: the man feels untrusted, criticized and goes further into his cave.

• Leave him alone: When the Venusians have problems, they need someone to talk to about that. On the contrary, the Martians take pride in being problem solvers. Whenever a man has any issues, he would always try solve them by himself rather than ask for advice. So women, if you find a guy all stressed about something, please don’t offer him your help the first thing. There is nothing that pisses him more. Its better to tell him that you trust him to work out the best solution possible, and keep your faith in him. Offer solutions ONLY when he asks for them.

• Get touchy feely: Women always equate affection with emotion. But men need to feel wanted. For men, touching is a way of showing that they care. And there is no bigger turn on for a man than to feel desired and craved for.  If he is special enough for you to be "The One" among millions, let him know that. Tell him how awesome he is. And get close to him. Let him know that you feel special when he holds you, and cut him some slack. Don’t make him feel bad if he wants to get close to you- if you don’t want that, stop him in a loving way. Don’t make him feel unwanted. Don’t ever make him feel guilty for desiring you.

• He needs your trust, not advice: The venusians find it okay to ask for help when they need it, but for the martians, asking for help equals to accepting their incompetence. So when a guy is stuck at something, its okay to let him work it out himself. You don’t really need to be his babysitter all the time. Just let him know that you have total faith in his abilities that he will work out things. He will really appreciate that.

• Appreciate him: This is one of the most important ways of making a man feel good. Nature created women as nurturers and men as providers, and a man will go to any length to provide for people who depend on him. It makes him feel worthy. So the next time he wakes up on time, or does a little household chore, or opens the door for you, or simply remembers “not to forget” what you asked him to do, appreciate him for that. Nothing makes a man happier than being said that he is the good responsible guy. Treat him like a treasure, and he will treaure you forever.

• The “Rubber Band”: Just like emotions follow a wave pattern at Venus, the Martians' emotions tend to be like rubber bands. Everytime a man gets close to a woman emotionally, he will, without fail, pull back after some time. He may become reclusive and silent, or simply drift away. But women need to avoid pressing the panic button when this happens. They need to remember that the further they let him pull away, the more would be the force when he jumps back. When a guy pulls away, its best to just leave him alone and wait for him to come back. This might be tough for a woman, but trust him to make it totally worth it the wait when he is back.

These are some bits that I would like to have from someone who loves me. Guys please put in your comments if I have missed out on something. And gals…just comment what you think… :-)