This is about my close friend; – dude my chance to publicly laugh at you. He is a rather innocent chap, naive to tell me about how he made an ass of himself during this evening out with this pretty girl he knows.
Dude, I promise not to give away your name.
Let me tell you all, what happened.
There is this charming girl he has got to know, let us call her Tanya, over the last couple of months. He tells me, Tanya is beautiful (this I will vouch for, he had me introduced) and has been rather nice to him. He says he is fond of her and when I ask him if there is more to it, he dismisses it by saying ‘more’ doesn’t seem logical, and plus it can’t be one-sided. A proud gentleman that he is!
Okay, let’s forget the girl and how nice this friend is (but don’t forget the equation that they share). Let me tell you about his weekend.
He asked Tanya out, for a play. She agreed but actually went out after postponing it for 2 weekends. So obviously my friend was actually looking forward to it this time when they froze the time etc.
On the D-day, a few minutes before the appointed hour our friend was at Tanya’s building. Just as he was trying to call to ask her to step out, Tanya called to complain that he had made her wait. (Guess Tanya was looking forward to this outing too).
Nothing after that went right for my friend.
They couldn’t find the venue, he was supposed to know his way around.
Tanya didn’t quite like the play, for that matter our friend didn’t like it too. Tanya wanted to step out mid-way, fortunately, he managed to make her stay put.
Soon it was time for dinner. Our friend thought he had it all worked out but fate had decided to make an ass of this normally intelligent friend of mine.
So they drove to Connaught Place. Dinner, it was decided, would be at his clubby joint called DV8.
Now listen carefully…….DV8, had closed some months ago, and Tanya of course did not like the place that had opened in its stead.
So the next port of call it was decided was going to be Agni at The Park. Cover charges of 2k didn’t quite make sense for a dinner that would last not more than 45 minutes given Tanya’s deadline to reach home.
When you can’t take a girl to a decent place and you make her walk when she is so delicately dressed, my friend you don’t quite deserve to ask a girl out.
Let me not be harsh, and tell you what happened next.
Walking back, still deciding where dinner could be, Tanya noticed Kwality. The famous Kwality of the 70s-80s now frequented only by fat Punjabi aunties and over the hill Uncle-jis.
So dinner at Kwality, it was.
Imagine, the upper-end boarding school upbringing, the sophistication, and the gentleman in my friend were all in vain. He couldn’t find a proper restaurant for dinner when he was out with this girl for the first time.
When I heard this first, I could not help guffawing, but then my advice to my friend was – Dude, if you are clueless, leave it to her. She will anyway enjoy being the boss.
That evening I said a little prayer, that may Tanya give my friend another chance to go out with her. He really wants to go out with her again.