It’s almost 1:00 am when I return from Rohit and Meera’s. Out of habit I switch on the television. I used to worry about spending too much time with the idiot box. But when you work from home and are alone as much as I am, the background noise feels like a companion.
I flop down on the couch and the Shouldn’t-Have-Kissed-Him argument runs an annoying relay through my head. He’s correct about this Town and Country “relationship”. I should tell Town and Country I have feelings for him – just rip off the band-aid and let the air heal or sting the wound.
Before I email Town and Country, I sms Meera that I'm home. It’s this safety measure we do. I toss the phone onto the couch and turn on the computer. As it boots up I duck into the bathroom to remove my make-up and brush my teeth, making a mental list of all the “what not to dos” to be included in the dating atom bomb email, filled with truth and honesty.
Email from Desi Girl: Hey there – I received your sms a couple of days ago. I debated about contacting or ignoring you. In a very immature fashion I decided to ignore you. But I don’t think that was the right thing to do. So, here goes. While I think our behavior under the influence of alcohol has been less than lovely, I have decided that everyone makes mistakes and I am putting all that behind us. And while there is some really strong attraction between us, I'm only interested in you, if you are serious about developing a real relationship with me. If this interests you, great, please contact me. I am willing to start this all over. If not, then let's not waste any more time and end our communication now. I think you would agree that I deserve more than this. Best, Desi Girl.
With the press of the send button I feel extremely confident that Town and Country will be shit-scared when he reads this “confessions of the heart” text. Which, according to my conversations with men friends, will result in Town and Country avoiding all future Desi Girl contact. Short of proclaiming undying love, I am pretty much asking for something he is not willing to offer. He has told me on several occasions that he has no time or space in his mind or life for anything other than work, and definitely not a relationship. Which leaves me wondering why Town and Country doesn’t Pretty Woman this and find him a “professional i.e. Vivian type escort”? This is, after all, New York, where everything is for sale, the exception of course being Desi Girl.