AN OLD CRUSH — THE MAKING OF INFINEETI
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This was 2021. There were talks going on about colleges reopening. Nothing was official as yet, but it was clear that the largest global medical scam in the history of humanity was about to take a backseat soon enough. One night, I was in my terrace scrolling through Instagram. A girl's Instagram story came on my screen.
How I know this girl is a pretty interesting story itself. She used to live in my neighborhood when I was 11 and she would have been 9. We used to go to tuition classes which her aunt used to teach. I remember we were good friends. But, after sometime, they moved houses and I never saw her again. Until, ome day, when I was in class 10th (2015), I see her in my school corridor. I stopped for a second to confirm if she was really who I thought she was. Then she looked at me, we had an eye contact, and we both smiled, as we both recognised each other. So, we talked for a while there and then we just became casual school mates. She's one of the most stunning girls I know still. I had a crush on her then, but I wasn't the guy I am now back in school.
I was popular in school because of academics and my extra-curricular activities in quizzing and debates, I had female attention, but I didn't know how to escalate and take things forward. The girls who would literally throw themselves at me, back in school, were all 5s, and the 9s and 10s would talk to me, even be very close to me, but with 9s and 10s, you need seduction abilities to make anything happen, which, back then, I had as much as the percentage of functional brain Rahul Gandhi has i.e. 0, most times, low-single-digits, at best. So, anyway, nothing happened between us in school. I left my childhood school in 2016 after 10th and went to a different school. We never talked after that. Never even saw her after that. We were in each other's Facebook and Instagram, liking each other's pictures and wishing happy birthdays and shit, that's it.
Fast forward, the year is 2021. I'm a very different guy from what I was in 2016. So, her Instagram story came on my screen, and I noticed that since the last few days she had been sharing stories with very depressy quotes. Now, there are only two reasons why women do this: 1) they're retarded and they want attention or 2) something truly bad has actually happened which has made them retarded and they want attention. So, I decided to drop in a catch-up message which was something like, “Hey, how are you? You uploaded a picture of you yesterday, and you had that smile which I'll never forget, but I couldn't help but notice that it felt sad for some reason. As if you're trying to hide something behind that smile. Is everything okay?” People find these things cheesy, because people are gay; they don't understand female nature. Women love it when make your messages abstractly specific. As in don't talk about normal things. Not talk about sky, mountain, river, dreams and shit and associate those with her features like smile, eyes, and when looking to sexually escalate, with her boobs, curves and stuff. Sell bluepill dreams from a position of redpill awareness and you'll rock the female world.
So, anyway, I ask her that. She replies after a while that she feels so happy that an old friend noticed it and decided to check up on her. Though, she hesitated to share what was troubling her. I said to her, “Look, sometimes strangers are the best people to vent out in front of. They have nothing to lose or gain from you, and hence no judgement or prejudice. Some things are better entrusted to strangers.” This conversation went on for a while. She kept asking me about trust, how I felt her vibes were sad, emotions and such. Basically, she was enjoying me untangling her messed up emotions and stripping her heart naked. It was like slowly taking of a woman's clothes before having sex. After this, she tells me if I'd like to talk to her over the phone. I told her that I have plans with my friends in sometime to go out for softie, after that we can talk. She agreed. We exchanged numbers. And after about an hour or so, I returned, got myself into the zone of seduction and gave her a call. We shared a few laughs in the beginning about how we've known each other since we were little kids, but this was the first time we're talking on the phone. She, then, begins to tell her life story. Her parents were getting divorce, which is why she was sad. They had separated sometime ago, and she was living with her mother. I won't go much into the details of this. She was confused about everything going on in her life, especially regarding her higher education and career.
She told me that she has a boyfriend a few years older than her, as well as me, who recently got a job in some tier-1 city and proposed to her to marry him. His family had approved. Her mother liked the guy. But, she didn't know if she was ready yet. Guy was giving her a life-changing rational solution to emotional and mental problems that she was going through. Never do that. I knew that she doesn't really love the guy. It was just one of those relationships women get into to fulfill their emotional needs and to tell people that they have a boyfriend. So, I didn't care about the boyfriend; I wanted what I wanted, and I knew this guy was hardly any match to my charisma.
We talked late into the night for hours. I was just untangling her emotions and suppressed feelings and giving them words and planting subliminal messaging of sexual desires. After some long hours which really didn't feel long, I told her that I was sleepy. She said, “Okay, goodnight, Infi Neeti, sleep now, but call me tomorrow, this conversation is not finished.” I said to her, “Of course, even our story isn't finished.” She asked what did I mean by that. I just gave a cheeky smirk and said to her that she'll know it when the story meets it deserved end. I said goodnight and hung up. Next day, afternoon, I had some plans with friends. I kept texting her and flirting with her over messages. We basically texted the whole day. Later, at night, I gave her a call. She told me that her mom is leaving for somewhere tonight for a few days. I asked her if she'd be willing to go on an early morning drive next day to the outskirts of our city. For those who don't know, I love drives to city outskirts. She agreed and we made plans to go to a nearby hill to catch the sunrise.
We went there. There's a river there too and the whole area is a small adventure type shit. She was clinging onto my arms all the time as it was difficult to walk the riverside with large, slippery rocks there. We climb the hill. Usually, you'd find at least a couple of people there even off season, but surprisingly, there wasn't anybody there that day except us. We sat on top of the hill watching sunrise, and she almost involuntarily rested her head on my shoulder. She then broke the silence by thanking me for bringing her out and getting her out of all the gloom and doom thoughts. She was crying while saying this. I wiped her tears and kissed her. We made for I don't know how long. You know some people have this fantasy to have open-sky sex? Sex on the top of a hill or on the rooftop of a high-rise building? Amazing fantasy, right? Yeah, but not, according to me. I, for some reason, find it weird. I'm a private person. Doing overtly sexual things in open is the domain of Pride Parade faggots.
After sometime, we were on our way home. We reach her home. She invites me in for “coffee.” As soon as we enter, I push her by the wall and we start making out. She pauses for a second and goes, “I have a boyfriend.” I grab her neck not-so-gently, pull her face up and tell her, “Does it look like I give a fuck about that! You certainly don't care a bit, so let's just stop pretending.” I stripped her fully while making out, lifted her up and tookher to the bedroom. I slammed her hard he let out a small exclamation. I took my clothes off and then we began making out again. After few minutes, I was pounding her hard in missionary. She was moaning crazy. I turned her around and started fucking her ass. After sometime, I again turned her straight and began pounding missionary, and cum on her stomach, and we both collapsed and fell asleep. We woke up after I got a call from mom.
I told the girl that I am going home to have a bath and change clothes, let's meet at 3-4pm again. We do so. Now, Jamshedpur isn't really a happening town with lots of places to hangout, however we have lots of public parks courtesy Tata Steel. So we kept frolicking in the parks, whilst also stopping
every now and then to eat some famous street foods of the town.
She tells me that she wants to cook dinner for us. Every woman I have ever known want to cook the delicious meal they can after being sexually satisfied well. I have never known a woman who doesn't want to fill the stomach of her man whose balls she just sucked dry. All those people who believe in the boomer lie that, “Oh you shouldn't care about romance, emotions and stuff, and find a woman who can cook, clean and shit.” Most people believe this because, as said above, most people are gay. A man should focus on being charismatic and up his sexual game. Once you do that, every woman will automatically want to cook for you. Let her become your girlfriend, your wife, your sex slave first, she'll automatically become your cook, your waitress, your maid, then.
We reach her home after roaming around for a while. We fucked again, first. Then, she went out to buy some groceries. Meanwhile, I called few friends to tell them that I'm telling mom that I'll be spending the night in their homes, because, obviously, can't tell mom the truth. She comes back. We kept flirting, kissing, spanking while she cooked. Chicken fried rice with a side of fried chicken. We had dinner, and we decided to watch a movie. Next afternoon, her mother was returning.
We kept meeting and having sex everytime we could. During all this, she got clarity on her life — what she wants, what she wants to do etc. Soon, it was time for me to leave for Bangalore as my college was reopening. The day before leaving, we went to the same hill again. Till then, it was decided that she'll be leaving for Mumbai for her college. So, we both left for our respective destinies. We stayed in touch for a while, then, I realised that this has no proper foundation for me to bet a future on it. We never had a parting-ways conversation or anything though. It's just that slowly slowly conversations just faded away, and we never met again.
I'm not an astrologer or anywhere near being an expert on these things, but it feels like in some other life, some other time, we had met before, but some karmic accounts was left to be resettled. The small fling was just that. Or it's just that nothing of the sort had happened. That we had never met before. We were just like two comets floating in the vast expanse of space only to cross paths once, never to see each other ever again. It maybe that these stories, these experiences, such people, are life's gift to you. Saying no to such gift is slapping destiny on its face and rejecting a God-given present. Take one step towards life and the hidden force that hides behind everything and every corner will take ten towards you. It knows better than you about what you want. Above all it knows those desires of yours that you maybe too scared to confront, but that's where the magic happens.