Text from Town and Country: What’s new?
I don’t know if I want to share personal things with Town and Country. I mean – if we were friends, I’d just rip the band aid off and go on about every gory detail of my life. Like I do with Tate, Ainsley, Siobhan and Meera. But this guy is so hot and cold with me – he either texts me for days on end or ignores me for months to come. So I don’t know what is going on with him.
And then there is that insane part of me that is attracted to him for reasons I cannot determine – that part of me secretly hopes that one day he will get hit by lightning or Cupid’s arrow and come to his senses and realize that he wants to be with me. Since I feel this way - I don’t want to drive him away with girly whining. Men generally do not respond well to this.
Perhaps this is the moment where I should take pause and realize that I am thinking like a girl and he’s a guy – who is NOT thinking like me – he is probably bored between two meetings and needs some way to kill 12 minutes. But for some reason I was born with too much of the optimist gene and think – why would someone as busy as the American President keep reaching out to me - if not for attraction.
Text from Desi Girl: Not too much.
Text from Town and Country: How’s work?
Okay – now I have to lie or change the topic. There is no way I can share all the anxiety work, and work's second cousin, paycheck, is currently giving me. This guy is a 157% workaholic who lives and breathes for his company. Nothing else matters to him. He has terrible eating habits, has not been the gym in months and travels all the time. He doesn’t leave me feeling like he will support me in the way I need to be supported. I mean I want to be a success too – I want to be good at something – and I want that something to bring me that fulfillment that nourishes your soul and gives you reason and purpose to wake up every day. But I don’t anything in my life that remotely resembles that. So how is Town and Country going to relate to me?
Text from Desi Girl: Work is fine. (Fine in Desi Girl means – everything sucks but it is easier to use a generic word that leads you to believe that all is okay, when indeed, it is not).
Text from Town and Country: That’s good.
For some reason, I snap. Why I am protecting him? Maybe I can be a whiny, bitchy, nonsensical woman and drive him away once and for all. Then I could put myself and my delusion of a future with him out of misery.
Text from Desi Girl: Actually work sucks. It is kinda slow and I don’t save. You know how the experts to say have a year’s worth of cash on hand – well I don’t’ have that.
Text from Town and Country: How many months do you have?
Text from Desi Girl: A couple months. (At best).
Text from Town and Country: Hhhmm. Perhaps you can help me.
Dare I ask him – how and why?