I know that's grammatically incorrect, but I would like to keep it like that.
It’s been awhile I’ve been obsessed with nerdy glasses. Or the nerdy frames. Whatever you call them. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong to be bewitched by people wearing them.
So, it just happened that I was at CCD, waiting for my friends, having my Irish coffee, when my eyes fell on a girl wearing a black nerdy glass, reading ‘A walk to remember’. Well, girl is not the appropriate word. I suppose angel would sound more appropriate and do justice to her appearance. She literally was one. And her snow-white complexion proved the fact that she was an ANGEL. And her long black silky hair, left open, looked soft and shiny. Wearing a maroon full sleeved top that had a deep neck, which exposed her cleavage, she was too engrossed in her book. Uh, cleavage wasn’t the thing I was really looking at. I was looking at her glasses. Of course, she was beautiful, but I was mesmerized by her geeky glasses. That’s what attracted me towards her the most, other that the fact that she was reading Nicholas Sparks.
She would suddenly smile while reading, and put the strands of hair falling on her face behind her ear using her index finger and middle finger. And every time she did that, she looked more gorgeous. And her eyes seemed dark, and the geeky glasses made it look darker and charming. And after certain interval of time, she would keep her book aside, sip her coffee, and lick the moustache formed by the coffee over her beguiling full lips that seemed the darkest shade of red. They were kissable. I am not being a pervert. For a person who has never kissed all his life, it’s natural to have such an urge. And then, she would again get back to her book after accomplishing her mission of seducing people with her coffee licking trick, turning them insane. And even guys sitting with their girlfriends constantly stared at her, so that justifies a Geek, who’s been single gaping at her. Or at least, I hope it does.
She hardly touched her mobile kept on the table, unlike the committed girls who constantly keep looking into the mobile screen tapping the buttons continuously. That implied she was single. Or maybe, I have this bad habit of hopping into conclusions too fast. I made a mental note of what pick up line I’d be using. I’d seen a lot of geeks do this in movies and novels. Go to the girl who’s reading a book and talk about the book she’s reading. Maybe end up blurting out to her what the climax would be like. But it didn’t seem like it would make any difference to her. She looked like a voracious reader and it certainly looked like she would have read ‘A walk to remember’ a zillion times. But then, I had to do something. I couldn’t leave such a beautiful, most certainly single girl for any random asshole. I seemed like the perfect guy for her. The Geeky girl had to be with the geeky guy. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?
I mumbled something to myself, making sure my voice wasn’t hoarse due to the sinusitis I’m suffering from. It seemed alright. I checked myself in the adjoining glass of CCD, and I looked the way I usually do. Ugly. But then, what the heck? I had to take my chances. If not for then, no girl would fall for this ugly geek who sleeps with only his books. I looked at her, and realized she was too engrossed in her book. I stood up from my couch, and walked up to her couch. Just when I was about to say something about the book, a tall, fair and handsome guy entered Coffee Day. He wore a black tee and a leather jacket over it, and his blue denims made him look like an actor from a Bollywood movie. I’m sure he’d put all the guys present there to shame. And he walked towards me, and I wondered if I knew him. He reached near her table, and she got up to hug him. And I looked uglier than I am, standing next to him. I turned to the counter, asking for another Irish coffee. I hoped they hadn’t noticed me making attempts to talk to that nerdy girl.
I felt like a loser, looking at them mush up on the couch. PDA. These moronic couples should get a life. I laughed at myself for even wondering that I could get a girl like her. I turned around to look at the book she was reading, fallen beside the table. I laughed harder. Some heads turned towards me, and I realized the blunder I’d done. And then, the right thing happened. A girl wearing an even better nerdy frame, who was sitting with a group of girls, got up from her couch, to pick this book and keep it on the table on which no one cared about the book, as they were busy tasting each other’s skins.
I smiled at the girl who picked the book. She smiled back. And thus, the story of my life began.
