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I hate to be so lazy when I deserve to be. I mean when the exams were on, I napped so well, watched a lot of movies, danced to songs, life was a party. But now when I have loads of free time, I am wasting it on flashbacks and lazy thoughts. I don't even feel like napping all the time. My times are spent dull and daydreaming about my past crushes. Now, I haven't told this to anyone. Today, I thought I should post about the guy I was wholly embarrassed to find physically attractive, I even lied to myself of being it a false spark but now that I have an endless time for recalling things I'd been neglecting all along, I realized it was real, I was attracted, I was having perverted thoughts about that crush. And I am not even sure to write about him. I don't know him and he's a poor guy with a really good body, worked in our basement. and oh my god I can't believe I am writing about it eww.

He was uneducated, I guess, I knew very little about him, But he had this great body that I couldn't unsee...so this was when I was a school girl, probably at the time of SSC vacation, some guy in our basement came to work, and I often found him shirtless, working on a car or something and he had this army cut on his hair, almost looked like Jessie Williams. If you don't know Jessie just google him, he was the newest hunk on Grey's Anatomy back then and I had this crush going on parallel. So I don't know if that influenced me to fall for such a man, but yeah it could be. But it wasn't like I was dying every morning to see him shirtless, I used to go to the basement almost half a week, because I had coaching and had to wait for my car. If I were in America, this could be a thing, but in our county, to find a random guy sexy, who works for your father in the basement is just so inappropriate...I don't know maybe because of my hormones;I just fucking don't know, It is so shabby of me. but hey at least I have the guts to be open about my perverseness writing here.  Anyway so one day, my car didn't come to pick me up, my coaching closed early so I had to take a rickshaw and I had no money. So when I came home I told the rickshawala to wait in our gate till I get my purse and he wouldn't. I had to talk him out of it and suddenly saw Mr. Sexy coming towards me, thank god he was wearing a shirt, and calling my name (HOW DID HE KNOW?) he asked me what was the problem. I told him I forgot my purse and he then went to pay the rickshawala and told me to go home. I felt awkward at first but there was this warmth in his voice that comforted me and so I left him with it.

I know this feels like something that you will read in a typical Humayun Ahmed storybook but it did happen with me. I almost drooled over this poor guy who was unbelievably steamy I may add, I daydreamed that if only he was born in a sophisticated family or were rich and educated, or just be born in America, he could have been a model of some kind. Or be a stripper, I don't know. Anything on him would have been sexy. But that I don't see him anymore, I guess he doesn't work in here for a long time, so I don't often remember I actually had a crush on him. Anyway, let's just not repeat him again. Past should stay at past.  















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