The contest is of describing a event when sharp mind and fiery tongue has got me out of a sticky situation. Well, many such events have happened in my life. In fact so many that I have lost count. Though one happened a few months back, I can submit that one here.
So, once so happened that a young bratty business development head of a company called me up after seeing my facebook page and my www.handmadeselling.com website. After speaking with him for 5 minutes on the phone, I could make out that more than representing the business, he was more interested in representing himself to me. He told me all about his ventures in U.K, his frequent miles, his shopping spree from various countries that he has visited and what not. But since I cannot be curt and rude on the phone to anyone who sounds like a future prospect, so I was basically replying "Oh great..that's really nice" to all his blabber.
Things went that way, he would end up calling once or twice every week, and after a minute of business talk, all the motive of discussion would divert towards my pictures on facebook, my dressing sense and all such flirtatious talks. Finally after a month of these phone calls, he finally bought the subscription on my site to showcase his company's products. And from then I had to be more patient with him on the phone. Since he stayed in the adjoining city to mine, he many a times invited me over. Sometime the invitation would be for the La Tomatina festival; or some rave party kind of get together. To all such invitations I at times declined by saying that our country does not deserve to have such food spoiling festivities or I am averse to smoke and drinking. May be because of my such utter declines, he finally called up one evening and surprised me by revealing to me that he was in my city and had come for some work, and would be grateful if I could meet him.
That was indeed a sticky situation in which I was about to get stuck. I finally thought of my Plan B, that mostly works on all guys who try hitting on me. This one is a little polite to the Plan A. ** lol
I told him that would be wonderful and would be lovely to spend an evening with him and that too in my city. He really must have been surprised and happy, little he would have known then what lied few hours ahead. lol
I had told him to pick me up from my house only and from there we could plan something for the evening. He came bang on time and was all in his chivalrous best. He complimented me on my looks, and also told me that I look much younger and more beautiful than my pictures on facebook; he also said that he appreciates my dressing sense and my accessories like the earrings that I was wearing that day, and also the perfume that I was wearing. My goodness, that was too much for a first meeting together, and that too when he was aware of the fact that I was married. Anyways, he then asked me if we can have coffee somewhere, I excitedly told him that why coffee, we will have dinner together. He smiled and instantly agreed, but found it quite early for dinner, as it was just 7 pm that time. I told him that we could have some snacks in that case. So, I took him to my favourite joint in the city and started ordering food. The moment I ordered a tandoori chicken, I saw him seeing me in amazement, I probably thought that he was surprised on my choice of a heavy starter. He definitely was surprised on that, but he was more surprised to know that a Brahmin girl eats non-veg. Realising that he was a vegetarian, I ordered mutton biryani. He was feeling little uncomfortable, and came up with his own analysis, "OK, so since you got married to a Sardi, so you started having non-veg". To which I promptly replied, "Oh..no no, after meeting him I have actually cut down on my non-veg, I used to eat beef and pork too, but since he does not approve, so I have given up on those food stuff. By the way I have also eaten blue bull, wild hare, partridges, doves, pickled snails and a fried caterpillar too." He had garlic cheese bread in his mouth, and with his expressions I could make out that he was about to throw up...hehhehee
I heartily finished my tandoori chicken, mutton rogan josh and an entire jumbo sized glass of buttermilk. Till that time, the dude had only finished his garlic bread. He then admitted that he rarely eats ginger and hardly visits a food joint that is non-vegetarian. I asked him how did he manage staying abroad all this while. He told me that he always lived with relatives who prepared home food for him and now his wife cooks for him.
I apologized to him for not being a good host and bringing him to a pure non-veg joint, when I could have taken him to some Shreenath Juice centre. He said he was fine. And then the time came to pay the bill, well technically I should have paid for 3 reasons, firstly he was a client to me; secondly he was a guest in my city and thirdly his contribution was hardly 1/3rd to the entire food bill. But since I am a wicked woman, I gave him the pleasure of paying. And then came the last shocker for him, the bill came to some one grand, which obviously seemed a little too much. Well, since I knew the owners well, I had asked them to inflate the bill by including some future bill also in that.
Till today I end up laughing on that poor dude whenever someone orders for that dude's products showcased on my site. And what happened after that ?? After the dinner, I asked him if he would accompany me and my friends for a movie that night. He refused to my second invitation and never contacted me after that. In fact I have called and messaged him after our first NON-VEG meet, but he has never returned my calls or messages......HAHAHA...
PLAN A in some other blog
Things went that way, he would end up calling once or twice every week, and after a minute of business talk, all the motive of discussion would divert towards my pictures on facebook, my dressing sense and all such flirtatious talks. Finally after a month of these phone calls, he finally bought the subscription on my site to showcase his company's products. And from then I had to be more patient with him on the phone. Since he stayed in the adjoining city to mine, he many a times invited me over. Sometime the invitation would be for the La Tomatina festival; or some rave party kind of get together. To all such invitations I at times declined by saying that our country does not deserve to have such food spoiling festivities or I am averse to smoke and drinking. May be because of my such utter declines, he finally called up one evening and surprised me by revealing to me that he was in my city and had come for some work, and would be grateful if I could meet him.
That was indeed a sticky situation in which I was about to get stuck. I finally thought of my Plan B, that mostly works on all guys who try hitting on me. This one is a little polite to the Plan A. ** lol
I told him that would be wonderful and would be lovely to spend an evening with him and that too in my city. He really must have been surprised and happy, little he would have known then what lied few hours ahead. lol
I had told him to pick me up from my house only and from there we could plan something for the evening. He came bang on time and was all in his chivalrous best. He complimented me on my looks, and also told me that I look much younger and more beautiful than my pictures on facebook; he also said that he appreciates my dressing sense and my accessories like the earrings that I was wearing that day, and also the perfume that I was wearing. My goodness, that was too much for a first meeting together, and that too when he was aware of the fact that I was married. Anyways, he then asked me if we can have coffee somewhere, I excitedly told him that why coffee, we will have dinner together. He smiled and instantly agreed, but found it quite early for dinner, as it was just 7 pm that time. I told him that we could have some snacks in that case. So, I took him to my favourite joint in the city and started ordering food. The moment I ordered a tandoori chicken, I saw him seeing me in amazement, I probably thought that he was surprised on my choice of a heavy starter. He definitely was surprised on that, but he was more surprised to know that a Brahmin girl eats non-veg. Realising that he was a vegetarian, I ordered mutton biryani. He was feeling little uncomfortable, and came up with his own analysis, "OK, so since you got married to a Sardi, so you started having non-veg". To which I promptly replied, "Oh..no no, after meeting him I have actually cut down on my non-veg, I used to eat beef and pork too, but since he does not approve, so I have given up on those food stuff. By the way I have also eaten blue bull, wild hare, partridges, doves, pickled snails and a fried caterpillar too." He had garlic cheese bread in his mouth, and with his expressions I could make out that he was about to throw up...hehhehee
I heartily finished my tandoori chicken, mutton rogan josh and an entire jumbo sized glass of buttermilk. Till that time, the dude had only finished his garlic bread. He then admitted that he rarely eats ginger and hardly visits a food joint that is non-vegetarian. I asked him how did he manage staying abroad all this while. He told me that he always lived with relatives who prepared home food for him and now his wife cooks for him.
I apologized to him for not being a good host and bringing him to a pure non-veg joint, when I could have taken him to some Shreenath Juice centre. He said he was fine. And then the time came to pay the bill, well technically I should have paid for 3 reasons, firstly he was a client to me; secondly he was a guest in my city and thirdly his contribution was hardly 1/3rd to the entire food bill. But since I am a wicked woman, I gave him the pleasure of paying. And then came the last shocker for him, the bill came to some one grand, which obviously seemed a little too much. Well, since I knew the owners well, I had asked them to inflate the bill by including some future bill also in that.
PLAN A in some other blog
