In a little town far far away, I once tipped a waitress more than what my clique’s dinner cost me. Quite plainly, she really was breathtaking and I absolutely could not resist the urge to do so. Perhaps it was just my imagination running amok, but I believe my act elicited one of the warmest smiles I have ever seen. I don’t think I was alone in feeling that way, for the men in the group I was with for dinner kept insisting we return to the same table at the same restaurant three times that evening. And quite certainly, they couldn’t have been that famished.
But this was a long time ago. So why am I recounting the tale now?
Being the kind of person that I am, I rarely remember the specifics of any event, and instead only carry with me a vague notion of how the event made me feel. It’s experiences such as this that leave me feeling warm and fuzzy every time I think of that little town so far away. And, it’s perhaps why I’m actually looking forward to a research position that’s slowly coming my way.
I get to move to that little town.
“Being the kind of person that I am, I rarely remember the specifics of any event, and instead only carry with me a vague notion of how the event made me feel.”
Sometimes you scare me with the similarities.
Unlike me, I usually remember even the small details, if not being absent minded .. Someone remarked on this trait, “He’d prolly tell who was sitting next to whom in that dinner party”..
Getting a new home then =)
In summary, Mukul and I are like every male I know, and V.R is like every woman.