Wind me up, turn me on!

Nothing, I tell you, is more turning on than a sharp mind. OH! No lines and no charm works better than someone who has presence of mind, quick wit and the nonchalance to pull it off. And the few people I have in my life – the new and the old – are fucking so bright that it is thrilling. And I want to hold on to them and not let them go and therefore I become a pile-on (me thinks) or what we here, in the northern parts of the country, call being a ‘chep’. (Literally means someone who ‘sticks’)

Me: Listen, I am going to bed now, will talk to you later
(trying to avoid a friend I am fighting with at 1 am in the night, Net disconnects and I log in two minutes later)
Friend: Hey! Up so early?

Friend: some smart comeback
Me: Hah, good one, I shall be prepared for it the next time.
Friend: Oh yeah? Ok... (and proceeds to repeat the smart comeback again)

Well, well. Maybe you don’t see the humour. But it was funny. And I laughed a lot yesterday. A lot. It feels so nice! I woke up smiling too. My doggies were so surprised. Though everyday little Loona wakes me up with her paws on my face and li’l licks, while big Golu Dawg waits patiently for his turn at pawing me… they usually get screamed at if the licking is too intensive. Waking up from deep sleep with slobbering beasts isn’t always pleasant. But this morning! Well, I smiled at them, played with them longer and was generally in a pleasant mood. I think I saw the two share a what’s-with-her-look.

Hmmm. (smiles to self) No matter how much we act like a Grouch Princess and school ourselves daily that eventually we are alone and therefore we should become adepts at surviving alone and not depend etc… PEOPLE do make me happy. I love it even when a PR person calls… to ask how I am and when that sentence is not followed by a story they want you to do. I enjoy people. And intelligent people with warm vibes and crazy eyes and funny talks… Ah! It replenishes the soul and undoes the damage of many months in two hours.

I think I can safely say (grin) that I have met a lot of men. Almost all ‘types’ when it comes to what makes a man and what makes a person. I do check out good-looking men or those well-packaged torsos. Did so even when I was dating; and can positively say, will continue to do so too. I LOVE looking at them – erm, the men, the entire thing people! – especially since the number of fellows you can check out is drastically going down. (whatever happened to quality control?) I say it’s not fair: the girls keep getting better looking each day while the men seem to have stopped trying at all! And the only ones who seem to care for their bodies or their appearances are either 18 and testosteronal, or gay or 45+ and suddenly discovering a lot of good looking 20-somethings around them… Like Shekhar Suman or that Shekhar Kapur (must be a Shekhar-thing)

ALL men my age or close to my age or slightly older are behaving like housewives with cheating husbands. Who do I look after my body for? I am eating too much. I don’t have time. It’s just a little flab. Or no flesh on my arse. Or some dry skin. So what if I am wearing the same black shirt for the 17th time, it’s comfortable. Or unkempt hair. Or stinking armpits. Or horrible shoes and even horrible-r nails. The point is: You don’t have to look Personification de Spiffy; but you can try and look a thing/man a girl would like to look at. ELSE be prepared, your darling Love Of Your Life, will only give you distracted attention. Women are much smarter when it comes to cheating on men: They don’t make the mistake of getting caught, at least not easily. (Sinister smile).

Going beyond looks though – because good-looking people you just wanna look at – a guy really does not need looks, or branded clothes or a flashy car to get attention. As far as mine is concerned, Originality and brains get the marks and catch the eye. And of course I have a thing for a person’s eyes and what reflects in them, and the mouth and the way people move their hands and their mannerisms and the way they’d lift their eyebrows or the way they’d deny things when caught in a spot…

I might be a loner and a loser who cannot keep friends (or erm, make them that easily), but hey, I do love people. Particularly if they are intelligent. So, please, Oh Smart Ones! come, turn me on. (Grin, and do note, I am talking plurals)

And by the way, so far no marriage proposals yet. Let’s keep a count till November; if there are none, then I shall call for a special party to go beat up that astrologer and will hope some of you will join in. Or at least report about it in the papers and make me famous. Yeah, sounds like an idea.

PS: Intelligence does not mean constant repartee or instant jokes. And for those who think you have to be constantly smart around someone else; it’s not that either. Moronism from those who are smart is quite adorable (and this is the eighth time since morning that I have used ‘adorable’)… Did I mention that I lurve eyes? And no am not falling for anyone, just bloody enjoying my grey cells buzzing with electricity. I FEEL it! And it’s such a nice change from thinking about the same men and the same issues and playing the same boring game. And before the post script becomes another post… ta!

PS2: And maybe, the good feelings are the vasopresin and oxytocin releases. :D