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I have never been someone who attracts male attention just based on my looks. Don't get me wrong - I do not lack self esteem. I see the way things are. I am alright enough in the looks department if somewhat overweight. I have a crazy sense of humor. I may be pretty, but I am not beautiful. And I have always had an unapproachable aura around me as far as sexual interest goes. Of course if its just plain ol' friendship one is looking for, I come across as the most approachable kinds, I guess. Often during a mock-fight with one of my friends I used to play the 'feminine card' and say, 'Is this the way to treat a girl?' The response I got, 'But you are not a girl.' What can I say, I am one of 'the buddies'.
So when this incident happened, I was very... confused. In my final year of college, during the last 2-3 days we had 'dedicated days' each day. One of them was 'Traditional Day'. The guys had to wear Kurta-Pajama or Business Suit and the girls had to wear Sarees. My friends had planned to come dressed in their regular clothes and would change in the Ladies Washroom once the studies were over and the fun about to start. I did not have the patience or desire to either bring clothes along with me or wear them in a Washroom where 10 other females are playing 'dress up'. No, I didn't mind sharing - I just was not comfortable with the idea.
So I wore a Pink Saree from home and attended class all decked up. I even helped my friends to drape a Saree after class. I dressed most of them infact. But even after all that, I still had time to while away as all of them wanted to get on their make-up and hair. So I moved out of the Washroom quietly and left them to it.
As I was sitting alone in front of the library looking out at the central garden area of the building, a guy came up to me and sat down next to me. This seating area could seat three people at the max if you squeeze in. So for a stranger to sit next to me, was pretty close for comfort.
After a few awkward moments of silence, he turned to me me and said,
Guy: Hi
Me: Hi
Guy: I am Mishit and you are?
Me: ........ (Gotcha! You thought I would give it out to you, huh? ;-) Don't worry, I did tell Mishit my name though! :P )
Guy: Nice name. I am in MCA first year.
Me: Engg last year.
Guy: You look lovely. (He said sincerely and with genuineness)
Me (surprised): thanks
After some idle chat, the guy left. But the way he spoke and the duration he spoke, he made me feel beautiful. I could even sense him wanting to meet me again. But me being me, I don't know how to give hints or act coy. I never met him again, but I often think of that day when I felt attractive to someone in the first look for the first time.
Ofcourse, I gave the entire credit to the Saree. After all, this traditional Indian dress looks good on almost everyone and I sincerely believe 'every girl looks good in a Saree'. But still sometimes I think maybe, just maybe I could be 'beautiful'.
Vanity always was my favorite sin!
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