The story of my life...

This post is about my friend Pretty. Pretty as her name suggests is very pretty. Pretty and I did 3 years of undergrad together and then went our separate ways for post grad and since last May work at the same office. I have known Pretty for about 8 years now and I almost dont realise her prettiness any more.

As a child and ever since I had seen Mr India, I wished that I too could somehow find a magic bracelet that would make me invisible. That childhood wish of mine came true through Pretty. We would stroll through malls together and in the very instant a guy passed us I would turn invisible. Seriously, you could just see all eyes turn towards Pretty and this one time this guy even bumped into a mannequin in the process. I kid you not. Anyhoo, once we had walked out of the Ogling Zone, Pretty would turn to me and say, " Terra! Did you see all those guys checking you out??!!??". I would of course on hearing this, want to dunk her head in cold water, but I tell you, this turning invisible and visible thing is exhausting and I usually just manage a "Yeah sure!"


When you have a friend who is like Pretty, you suddenly find that all the guys, who barely managed a smile at you before, wanting to be your best friend. Me being me, have tried to milk the situation as much as possible. So to all those guys who ask for an intro, or her phone no, I, through these subtle and not so subtle hints let them know that I may just concede if they were really nice to me. Boys will be boys and I soon had half the office eating out my hand. Many a chair has been offered, many a lunch has been bought, and much respect has been recieved.

The situation was then discussed with Pretty, but horror of horrors, I was not permitted to give her phone no to all the men who are nice to me. Of course no convincing reason was given, just a cursorily "I'm not intrested in any of the ones you mentioned".

Meanwhile, all nice boys started getting restless and slowly said that it was time for me to actually start adhering to the unwritten SLA. As you can see the situation was starting to get outa hand and so your ever intelligent writer proposed a disaster mangement plan to Pretty. I would tell all the guys, that Pretty has started seeing someone else, but Pretty (who btw, I have come to realise is not that great a friend) wouldnt hear of it. She actually wants to keep her options open. YES! even at the cost of her dear friends life.

The condition since has deteriorated greatly and yours truly is now wanted in most departments. Much of office time is spent in avoiding aforementioned nice guys who as you would have guessed are not so nice after all. The stress and anxiety levels have increased and one is often found browsing job sites and stalking consultants. Fleeing the country is also on the cards. All help in this regard would be much appreciated. Will post updates on this later, since some urgent ducking under the desk needs to be done. Sigh....the woes of having a pretty friend I tell you!